The journey from Raleigh to Wilmington is something I have
experienced way too many times to count. I often go home (to Raleigh) on
weekends to spend time with my family and return just in time for school on
Monday. Usually the drive is very mundane and uneventful and I generally leave
and return around the same time each trip. The only thing that shakes things up
a bit is the random MONSOON’S that Wilmington loves to unleash without warning
during the fall semester. Darkness and torrential down pours make for a less
than desirable travel conditions. However, one thing that always catches my
attention is the way the stoplights diffuse themselves into the slippery wet
road. The road becomes a canvas of red or green puddles that seem to hold their
color even when splashed in or disturbed. This catches my attention because it
makes it difficult to see the lines on the road but is also very distracting.
Up until my first year of college I went to West Texas every
summer to visit my Nana and cousins. One thing I can say about West Texas is
that there isn’t a sunset IN THE WORLD that can compare to the sun that sets
over Big Spring and Midland, Texas. Specifically, I remember how the amber
light entered through the windows of my nanas ranch and the way it warmed your
skin when it touched you. I remember the cast shadows of the blinds that
stripped my nanas face as she routinely washed dishes and looked out the widow
at us playing. Knowing that she was walking down the hallway towards us because
I could see her warm shadow first.
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