"So far, I had managed to lead myself 1,408 miles east into a hungry pit of South Dakota clay. The mistake of a baby bird learning to fly."
Mini meditations on life, death and the art of loving in the bitter face of impermanence. The American highway as a teacher, guide, self-reflective agent and literal connection between the duality of raw wilderness and society. The discovery of strength and wounded heart healing through open road solitude, the panoramic cradle of landscape, and loyal companionship of a 2002 Subaru Forester named Falkor.