Amelia travels the road again
The air smells of music with a taste of sun
Golden road rhythm and fresh sky for breakfast
Amelia drives north seeking a mirror
where to finally look at the naked reflection
of her true eyes
her many highlights
shadows
Midday bright drums and a dash of coffee for lunch
Amelia controls the speed
Eager to arrive does not want to rush
Spring blossoms and harmony afternoon tea
Flat tire
Unexpected rain
Dinner with moonlit village
A dance to the fire of a pleasant rest
Amelia is heading north
_____Adriana Citlali
XXIII-IV-MMXIV
Inspired by the prompt at POETICS: Rhythm of the road | dVerse.