50,000+

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Accept it or not, getting behind the wheel of a new vehicle brings you and your machine a mix of craziness, delight, anxiety, and excitement.  You even mutely have crazy conversations with it without an intentional plan.  For a starter, you promise to care for it and ask that it gives back the same.  Whether or not you believe it has interactive capabilities with you, you anyway create a bond with it and promise to understand its feelings as long as it does the same, with temperament, especially.  You think ahead of the many journeys your very own transport and you will take to desired destinations for pure, safe, and responsible fun.  You learn to believe that you both are able to keep your cool on the road, specifically the very rough ones on which to travel.  You even also warn, mind, and speak out of the places you would likely discover because of wrong turns in uncharted paths.  At one time or more, when that becomes the course, you both despair and loudly scream the frustration, but you hold your emotions and just let out a sigh.  Before long, your companionship grows in leaps and bounds.  In a while, you proudly celebrate miles you both cover ... a thousand, and then ten thousand, moving farther in thousands more.  After a year, three years and four more, you awaken and note that your car has aged like you have.  You both take and give more … one to the other … the much needed attention, extra tenderness, and symbiotic love.  After all, you and your buddy have driven to many necessary trips to the workplace, made countless stops at service establishments, did leisure drives, took the critters to and from regular vet visits, and explored fun community gatherings.  As with all new things and experiences, you both note, in time, that the thrill of long and short drives to and from places suddenly eases.  One lazy day on the road, in an unexpected moment, you get jolted by the fact that you two have wandered in numerous distance and time.  Your friendly moving machine has reached a bittersweet, yet milestone mileage count: 50,000!  You wallow in wonder and ask, “Where exactly, have we really gone?”

Last Bloom

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     Surrounded by stately trees, it rests among holly evergreens and fading lilies now all getting choked by ivy and wild grass.  Proudly, one surviving rose bloom stands in the small garden and shows off its bright pink shade.  It minds not the wherewithal of the stem or roots that hold it; it stretches itself as far upwards and only minds that it holds up its dashing late summer bloom until its petals dry up, fall, and fold.

Acreage

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There it is … a wide stretch of flowing land mass taking space.  There’s nothing special about it, except it is majestically dressed in verdant green which requires a trim every so often, especially in summer time. On its many passing days, it simply gets clobbered by growths above it. Children’s little feet which used to trudge them in active play, have now left; they found new grounds to explore and trample.  The used-to-be gardener’s haven likewise no longer yields bright blossoms, fresh herbs or vegetables waiting to be picked, consumed and enjoyed.  Useless, prickly green grass on its flat body fades slowly, and waits for autumn and winter to come and pass.  Somehow, it hopes to again rise and multiply on the sitting empty land it claims home.

Flirty

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Whether or not Americans admit it, they love their cars.  Cars transport everyone, anything, and everything, but beyond their utilitarian function, they define the status and class of people who drive them.  Whether it’s a classic Chevy, sporty Lincoln, luxurious Cadillac, or bulky and boxy ’56 Ford F-500 flatbed pick-up truck, each is loved and cared for by its owner.  Don’t be surprised though when a few car owners treat their cars as if they were living things.  Watch especially, when cars get human-like makeovers or get dressed up complete with dazzling eyelashes!

Standstill

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Road travel drudges the soul when it comes to a halt or that it gets stuck.  Occasional traffic due to a road hindrance and unavoidable mishap are tolerable, but when roads come to a full stop for an hour or so and it gets dragged for senseless two more hours, you are ready to blow up your cool.  For a while, miles and miles of stagnated cars call your attention; they get you somewhat occupied with their models, colors, shapes and designs.  Shortly, boredom really takes over.  Not even an ant on the windshield, from nowhere you can imagine it might have come, could amuse you.  Your shih-tzu travel companion sulks and then she likewise gives up and decides to forget the laboring stand still by shutting her eyes, then dozing.  You wish you could do the same, but you are left without a choice, but sit still some more, and pray that your patience doesn’t relent.

 

 

Colors

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          Half-way into the month of September, you fill a little chill.  Falling temperature foretells the arrival of most intense autumn warmth and its pleasant weather, yet outdoors, summer's vibrant colors strongly hold on.  The leaves still don their most energetic, and lively green hues, while purplish and reddish vines parade their brightest of bright, and most vibrant, fiery accents.  Nature fails not in surprising you with her festive landscape, so look around.  Take time to notice it!

DeadEnd

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You head out of your lonely country road, reach secondary suburban roads and speed up on main thoroughfares.  Traffic is kind on this fair weathered-day; no idiotic drivers attempt switching lanes from fast to slow ... slow to fast.  Neither is there anyone intimidating co-travelers and pushing you aside or pressuring someone else to even go faster on the already fast moving path.  Everyone appears armored with cool heads and demeanor, so you do your part and keep up with everyone's speed while you mind the road signs guiding your travel.  At last, you spot mileposts that signal distances.  One finally says you are getting close.  You are definitely on the last critical road leg toward your destination.  You relax and chill out a bit.  Suddenly you are jolted.  Your GPS instructs for one last time in monotone voice that you have arrived at your plugged address, but find no standing structure on site!  You couldn’t help the situation, but you manage to scream at the top of your lungs, “What’s wrong here?”