It’s fantastic, Brenda.

The whole piece is great but that opening line is magic.
It also reminds me of the movie Dune.
The desert sands look so smooth and soft.
My older son told me once they remind him of butter. lol

Mark and I had a conversation today about the Sahara desert and how years ago it had an oasis.
How time and the earth can shift!

I think I’m inspired now to write about the desert!
You rock chica!
Thanks for all of your inspiration!

Cool stuff, Brenda. I like the imagery that you pulled together. It has an almost looming presence overwatching it.
Great ideas you put together here.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write with amazing imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

We can all relate to traffic being a rat race. I have always dreaded big city interstates.
One wrong move and you are stuck there for hours. And that’s if you are lucky.
Something about this write makes me wonder if my boys ever studied me in traffic when they were younger.
I enjoyed the read.

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent write, you’re such a natural storyteller and are able with your amazing imagery to make me feel like I’m watching from the backseat my friend. A great read brother, nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

That silent observation of internal conversations is such a profound moment. Terrified in the backseat…I often feel that way about life these days. I have a friend whose grandmother used to drive us around in the backseat of her old green paneled station wagon, having full conversations in her head. But her half was audible. We never knew when she was addressing us or them. Took me back to those rides with this.

This took me back a good few years .. or yonks as we say this side of the pond .. thanks for the ride Thomas .. Neville

Thanks. I appreciate it.

What a grand and deeply emotional memory of your Dad at the wheel with all his inner angst haunting him while you his passengers held on for dear life. Truly a great ride of a freeway poem that made for an exhilarating read. Enjoyed this journey through time and the highway. You painted an exquisite portrait of your Dad here my friend.

John

Thank you. Much appreciated.

Okay, mon frere, my competitor, I see you have entered this Morning Coffee contest. Yours is lovely, then brutal, and in the end, bleak. Mine is cute, brutal, and in the end, funny. But mine has a secret ingredient: Coffee. Oh, I know, the rules say coffee OR tea are the liquids we honor — but MINE is COFFEE, and COFFEE is in the name of the contest, so I WIN! >THWEETT< (THAT'S A CARTOON inspired spitting action) So I win! hahahaHA! (that's a sarcastic laugh) Beside, Mine is about a cat and no one can tell a cat it's a loser and not be despised the rest of his life. Of course you can quit now (he said slyly) and save yourself the embarrassment of losing to a cat! (notice how I made the cat both powerful AND weak! How clever! Bonus points! Nice work though, BDB(P)

Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian