As we came barreling down the mountainside in the ink black night, we zipped in and out of trucks. From the back of the vehicle it felt as if we were only a moment away from flying completely out of control. I slipped on my headphones, closed my eyes, and tried to ignore the world around me. The sound of the road, the squeak of the breaks, and the shudder of heavy vehicles that could crush us in a heartbeat was enough to make even those with nerves of steel, nervous. Praise the Lord for getting us home safe.
Thanks to my dad for good driving. Thanks to Switchfoot for having 57 songs for me to listen to. (first time I have listened to all 57 basically straight through) Thanks to apple for creating strong batteries for the ipod. And thanks for black skies that contain gorgeous stars to watch.