Northwest Highway, The River
Every morning I flow east on Northwest Highway, visor down, heading toward two golden towers. In the evening I flow west, the sun still in my eyes.
I can’t help but think of it as a river. It’s all Larry McMurtry’s fault. In his book Roads, a travelogue of US Interstate highways and places of literary interest, he planted this image in my mind of freeways as rivers. Everything flows together, connecting people and products. Rivers used to be one of the best means of transporting goods from state to state, but now we have the Interstates.
So, I have this image as I’m driving in my car with all these other drivers, that we’re all riding the same river together every day. Sometimes I feel like I’m riding the water, but other times I feel like I am, we are, the water, the same droplets flowing in the same river every day.
Okay, so maybe that’s just stoner talk. I guess I’m forever tripping.