Today I spent some of my morning sleeping in, doing chores around the house, and then heading up to Winnsboro to help with registration for our work event up at Camp La Vida. The drive up and back, while super boring, can sometimes sport some of the best landscapes. In my windowy Wagoneer Hank, I was left speechless a couple of times watching the sun begin to set behind saturated green landscapes and fluffy white clouds hanging in the sky.

This really does none of it justice. At all.

I began inserting random CDs from my early 2000 collection of albums and burned discs to see what kind of soundtrack I could make for myself, as the radio was patchy traveling the lonely path on I-77.

I started remembering a few of my favorite songs, well some of my favorite lyrics--I do tend to be the person who never listens to the actual lyrics or knows them, I just like beats of songs. While I've also never been big on reading or writing, or really could ever profess to have an expansive knowledge of literature or what is a great piece of literature, these little fragments of songs jump out at me. They have stuck in my mind, and any time I think of great lyrics these little bits get me every time. Their imagery evokes a specific reaction in me, and I can really see and feel everything I think the artist meant it to say.