Sitting upon the porch this early in the morning while the grill sizzles the only other sounds remind me of country life as I’ve known it. The lone barking of a dog seeking to pierce the veil of darkness seeking to connect. Owls hooting into the deep reaching out to be acknowledged. I’ve never lived beyond the sound of a highway in the distance. Rubber meet in hardtop and engines breathing deep as they seek out guided destinations are but a thread in the tapestry of my nights.