I like to drive. A lot.

There is something phenomenal about the open road.
I’ve driven cross-country alone quite a few times, and I’d do it again instantly.

The long, cathartic, empty stretches of nothing that lay beyond the people the the places provide an opportunity to listen to music, point the car ahead, and think. I find myself in the spaces that are in between, letting the rhythm of the road serve almost as a metronome, lulling me into deeper thoughts.

Wishlist: I’d love to take a trip across Canada from West to East sometime.