At the time it seemed that every mile erased the last. I began playing games with the clouds. The wind was at my back and the road stretched on forever. The coolness of spring was strongly apparent in the shadows the clouds made and began to nip through my jacket and doubled up gloves. So naturally I made it my business to outrun them. Alone on the road with nothing but my own head inside of a plastic bucket, these are the things I would think about. I wasn’t dwelling on anything, I was only living- and purely.