Motoring on and tooling down the pathways of intersecting roads, highways and boulevards,
a grinding (perhaps, perhaps not) daily commute routine, or a more pleasant scenic get-away
promise of one’s choosing - both over there and beyond along the varied circuits connecting
the people in their moving platforms.

Planted intrusions (good intentions) with the dot disks on or straddling white line RPMs
(aka raised pavement markers) keeping the body informed and attentive, when driving
with wondering eyes wandering too afar.

The thumping, thudding and chattering assaulting the rolling, rubber tires, the advents in
attempts for imposing safety through forced alertness (as best can be brought upon or with more
than a gentle bludgeoning) upon the road warriors meandering bends and curves of these
guiding ways through.

Rain clouds heavy, swollen and  about to engage in a water barrage where rainbows and
blue skies in sunshine not in sight, yet the variation in the shapes and depths of all such,
transformative,  transcendent puffy and pillowed interludes for internal soothing, induces
a pause from the heart and the charms and incredulous expressions from nature to
opening our sentient experience.

Today, the dappled overcast mixes with much grander swaths and layered textures, vibrant
shades and gradations from white to gray, as awe inspiring as when the broader spectrum of
light and colors drench the same space but to savor what is the current scene now, not
waiting for what comes next or sought after later.

Views from my passenger window, as my loving wife steering the course on the avenues of travel,
I'm left to safely luxuriate.   Eyes now descending on a festival of neat and tidy rows of vineries,
the green, deep and verdant surrounding hills, as tasty for the visual palette as the finest wine
befitting in a rhyme while toasting in glass clinking chimes. 

The utility poles carrying and distributing electricity, stand erect in their planned, planted landed
sequence having regular visitors atop the conductive lines.  These scores of birds tapping into their
own thermoregulation processes, utilizing the wires long adapted by them for cooling during hotter
temps, then, using the same lines for warmth when cooler weather is present, sitting with ruffled
feathers, backs to the golden star for solar radiation absorption.

Their flocking unfolding and wonderfully displayed upon moving in synchronized, aerial display
from their high wire respite, is most engaging.  This gathered (and coordinated) flight becomes
a dark blur (with birds of similar hue), lofting, soaring, locust swarms come to mind, in a blackened,
cloudy haze.

Yet from this opaque blending of bodies, are views discerning the hundreds moving together, almost
as one.  Outlines of individual members provide enough definition against the wall of this collective,
mobile concert, frolicking in the realm of where only birds can play.

This was happily, merrily one recent day for observing from inside-out, the awe of the trees before
the forest on this transit almost everywhere and anywhere, watching moments as they burst
through the humdrum of boredom when asking more, than the gratitude, excitement and appreciation
when venturing upon these scenic corridors.

Thank you, here to there.