Then I put on Mumford & Sons, and those four tires touched holy ground. I sung loud, wiped tears, and thanked God for night and uninhibited display.
Sometimes a person needs a little space and sweet catharsis.
Sometime the highway stretches out like arms in praise.
Sometimes freedom is seat-belted, and there's peace on the PA Turnpike. Glory.
I'm hitting part of the Allume conference while Jim holds down the fort. How do you manage to get away or carve out moments of quiet?