in this expanse, painted sky dripping its dinner-plate-scraped hues of honey, and pyramids. I am breathing, alive, filling my chest with air sped past delicious and addictive, keeping my lungs drunk with these gulps of a larger place. untied, peering out from above the road, I open my arms. let them course through the quickly fading sights. a myriad of life spreading out constantly in every direction. land that races out hazily for hundreds of miles, unfolding. anonymous houses and storefronts. their distant windows flare white light metonymy for those inside them. orbs, wavering they glow with want, and misery and parties and days and nights and faces. they glow, whispering their familiarity of distant things. I reach out, grasping inanely, for any of it all of it at once. and like sand, I let it sift through. become my glimpse, my smiling passerby. A memory to be forgotten- it shares a brief dance with the wind, twirling, silently lost in itself for just a few breathless moments. before becoming truly lost in everything else beautiful that is left behind.