Jeff Steele, Writer/Photographer

The radio blairs out the tunes and lyrics ‘On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair.’ from the song Hotel California by the Eagles.

The urge to drop everything and leave right now is intoxicating.  My trance is broken by the sound of a co-worker asking me, for their third time,if I am OK.

‘Yes, all good here.’ is my spontaneous response. As tbey walk off with a slight head shake.

It’s all good here in about three months.  Once I’ve  straddled the two wheeled machine that will rumble its way along the highway. 

My senses basking in the coolness of the Autumn air, while taking in the aroma of fallin’ foilage, walnuts, and occasional smoke from campfires.

‘Dude!!! Are you sure you’re alright?  You seem off today!’ my co-workers voice nudges me back to the present again.

It’s getting close to fall and it’s a struggle waiting  for the day to depart on a roadtrip where I’ll be riding along the Mississippi river.  Camping at night and making stops to observe the fall bird  migration. What if I could be watching an Eagle soaring while listening to the Eagles playing on the radio. 

‘Dude! Somethings up? You’ve got a grin almost a smirk on your face.’ 

… just a couple of months, just a couple more months….