That split rail fence must have led on for miles. Breezy as the moonlight lit the walk. Cool enough for a sweatshirt, a swisher keeping me company. Dust at my boots and wind through my hair. A long day behind me, another on its way. Trains passing in the distance with that old familiar song. I look far upon the horizon, yet the focus is on my mind. A place I’ve never been, likely not to return. A home for the night only I’ll ever remember. Finding comfort in the silence has become a way of life. Like generations before me that dared to venture west, I tip my hat to you. Vast great expanses offer intrigue to the stir crazy soul. Sights to behold and fleeting moments in time. We’re all just passing through, standing six feet higher than those who’d had it worse. The culprit of harm breeds pain through influence. A conduit of peace will restore hope in the weary. Decide to live great, and let it percolate naturally. Stay the course and just keep walking along the fence.