Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things. They call me H.C. You can find stories about my travels, stories from my decades on earth, and thoughts about why the world turns in our vast universe.
It was fours hours, one way, from Phoenix to Yuma.
Three and 1/2 if you pushed 85 to 90 mph along the lonely back roads.
So my work day had 7-8 of driving time, with a full eight hour day of work once I arrived. It was a glimpse of my upcoming new life once I make the permanent move down here.
For now though, it was only a time to watch the sun setting over the desert landscape as I enjoy the mild winter warmth of Arizona.
Singing old rock ballads loudly as the warm air rushes through my nostrils and over the fuzz of an ever receding hairline.