Upper northwest corner of the Texas panhandle. No towns for miles in any direction.
After hours of driving with nothing but dry Texas flatness for scenery, I pulled over to a stop if for no more reason than to stretch my legs. Besides a gentle wind, it was peaceful and quiet outside. Only the sound of gravel crunching beneath my feet as I walked about. Other than the string of telephone poles along the road, this was the only man-made object within sight. I had seen no other cars for I don't know how long, and none passed by while I wandered about. It is brief moments like this that are etched forever in my mind. I thought of the rural carrier that made the daily trip to this mailbox. Beats an office job any day. I long to be on the road again. Soon.