As I sit here in the quiet, there is a sound, more felt than heard, a rhythmic throb that pulses thru everything. Maybe it is more in my mind than a real sound, one that haunts me and is luring me away again. Maybe it is only wishful thinking or dreaming, that again I can feel the freedom, see the wonders and be at peace with my life. Feel that big diesel as it pulls us down the hiway, taking me to a new destination.
Unless you really enjoy or even love driving trucks, there is no way to explain what it is like. Yes there are headaches, tell me one job that doesn't have them. But for just a moment, when all is well, and something just sits right, those are forgotten, and the world is right, even if the weather is terrible. You are where you feel at home, where you should be. But, if you loose that feeling, then it is time to get out, and not look back. You have had your hour of content, and now, it is agony to listen to the motor grinding out the miles, and see them slid by, maybe wishing you had spent more time at home, or had a job that gave you a steady pay check without the demands.
Do I miss it, you damn bettcha I do. So I guess now that I don't have anyone but me to watch over, or look out for, I can maybe get back in the seat, and discover new places again. Ralph will be a problem, but I know I can find him a home. What will I do with this place? Who knows, maybe keep it, maybe rent it. I'll figure that out if I can get back behind the wheel.
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