I love this road. The secluded location of it is comforting. Its not a named road, rather a numbered road followed with a direction, east or west. It winds just as curvy as the creek its paved next to. An old private cemetery sits atop a hill with a single tree that watches the sun set on the back of the headstones.
Everything has a story. Where its been, what it holds, the duration of its existence. This store sits in the middle of nowhere small town Indiana, inside the store sits an old woman who could probably tell you everything about everyone in that town.
Learning is listening, watching, loving & caring. Looking in the eyes and seeing the heart. Feeling the despair in a simple touch of a chilled hand. The warmth of the soul and gentle kindness through laughter.
Shot in the middle of somewhere on a back road knowing my heart is a machine.