Making my way from Charlevoix to Ann Arbor. I feel fresh and new. My mind is clear and my batteries recharged. It has been a productive and nice trip home so far. We drove through the most magnificent lightning storm, where the bolts danced across the sky, illuminating the fields I've driven by so many times before, but in a way I hadn't previously seen.
Meaningless?
Trey Campbell
Let us go down, down, down
Into the night and then some
For we are traveling gypsies
With no place to call home-
Rather, our home is us
So we go down, down, down
Because seeing is believing
And I truly apologize, ma'am
For we have not opened our eyes
To the compass' freedom
And still, we go down, down, down
Until we find our way home.
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