Country roads, take me away. Sorry, John (Denver). I love my home, but country roads do not take me there. In fact, they take me in the opposite direction. And apologies, Calgon. Bubble baths don’t do it for me either. No, if I can’t have vacation, give me country drive therapy — that getaway feeling where responsibilities recede into the scenic background, compressed stressors gently unwind like a wisp of smoke spiraling skyward, and jumbled thoughts order themselves into peaceful arrays of swaying silver birch trees. The mind breathes deeply, exhaling thoughts that are free to meander along wide open roads of perspective and connectivity.
Meandering and Matriarchs
Country roads, take me away. Sorry, John (Denver). I love my home, but country roads do not take me there. In fact, they take me in the opposite direction. And apologies, Calgon. Bubble baths don’t do it for me either. No, if I can’t have vacation, give me country drive therapy — that getaway feeling where responsibilities recede into the scenic background, compressed stressors gently unwind like a wisp of smoke spiraling skyward, and jumbled thoughts order themselves into peaceful arrays of swaying silver birch trees. The mind breathes deeply, exhaling thoughts that are free to meander along wide open roads of perspective and connectivity.
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