Do you see the pictures on the walls?

So here I am, up in Albany, and I spent all day driving. Well mostly, I woke up early and ran in Avalon this morning, through these beautiful fields that are there, totally in bloom. It's a sea of yellow flowers right now, with the occasional white and purple and blue, and is stunning. Its moments like these that the spirituality in the things we do come out. I don't believe in a god, or a religion, but I do believe in this spiritual feeling that I get sometimes, if that's the right word. I guess I don't really know, but I'm ok with that. And now that I'm in Albany, its exciting. I don't get to see family very much anymore, and I get to see my brother. We weren't that close for a long time, but since I've moved to NY, and he is in NY, we've become a lot closer. I feel like I should visit him more than twice a year though. But it is what it is, and I'll work on that. Its nice, actually getting closer to a family member, instead of growing apart. I wish, and think that with some of my relationships, I really need to work on that (mostly meaning towards my dad). I will.

Switch topic.

And the drive, the drive up here. Is amazing. I took the road less traveled by avoiding the expressway, and took the Taconic Parkway. And for 80 something miles, it is just winding through trees and forests, with the occasional rock wall, a beautiful bridge towering above the water, and a few amazing views. Every 10 miles or so is some sign for a park, or lake, and I have to resist the urge every time to derail my trip and just go on an adventure to them. But, I'll have adventures in Albany too.

And my most exciting thing from this trip, something that never gets old, I saw a sign for Poughkeepsie. I don't know what it is with me, but there is this song, I woke up in a car, that I want to go to the places mentioned in it really bad, no matter how mundane or small, and there is a line,

I caught a train to Poughkeepsie, and time stood still...

And whenever I see the sign for that place, I can't help but smile, and want to just drive off my path to it. So far I haven't. But the urge is there, calling.

And then off the Taconic, I meandered through farm lands, with little places by the side of the road, offering berries and apples, and pies, and fresh vegetables. I miss those from back home. Its one of the things I miss the most. The apple trees we had, the ability to just go to our backyard, and pick as many blackberries as we could eat, having the garden, the strawberries and raspberries and blueberries and plums and pears. And seeing them makes me feel. At home.

And this whole time, through all of these things, I was wishing I could share them with a certain someone, and I think the most exciting thing to me is that in a month, I can. I can show someone the things that make up the details of me, and I'm beyond excited to do it.

Or maybe I'm just excited to easily?

I don't know. Maybe.

Maybe not.