Route 66

I drove Route 66 alone after my divorce — just needed to move, needed the road. Somewhere in the New Mexico stretch, around two in the morning, I pulled over and cut the engine and sat in the silence of the desert. No cars, no lights, nothing. I got out and lay on the hood and looked at more stars than I had ever seen. I did not pray. I did not speak. I just received whatever that was for about an hour. I drove back into the world a different man. I do not fully understand what happened in the New Mexico desert at 2am on a Tuesday in October. I only know I went in empty and came back with something.