I try to discern the reasons for my need to be… My yearning for a place of solitude and zen moments.
I contemplate the future, while trying to remember if I have learned from my past mistakes.
My eyes burn like a fierce solar storm that blows a headwind straight from Hades.
I am floating, in and out of a dreamlike state, while the rods in my eyes adjust to the changing rays that bombard me… the road I travel continues…
For all I know I am now lost...
Things are starting to look different outside…
A memory from somewhere inside me, a subconscious state floats around my car's sunroof, trying to escape into the morning air. It's like I have been here in a dream,
Suddenly the clouds start burning away, the birds now return,
As I drive onward, my path becomes less obscured, and the sky is clearing, and My Contemplation now fades away, to be replaced with a Pavlovian condensation in the roof on my mouth.
Oh yes, it’s going to be a good day after all! I am usually left with the 'jimmy' covered, green iced, cake donuts; the donut assortment having been picked over between 5:30 and 8:00 in the morning.
Arms laden with boxes of donuts of every color and size, I walk out to the car.
They're my rules. So I can break them.
Now parked in a County Lot, I notice a cop watching me, like I am some kind of perverted freak. I guess I probably shouldn’t do this.
This is all that was left to feed my family.
~This Volvo Donut tour has been brought to you by Claybritt Images.
All names have been changed to protect the innocent donut eaters
Any resemblance to anyone you might think you know
is purely coincidental, and should be taken with a grain of sea salt.