For a second, I overthought making this drive to Vegas.
Like it was a chore. Like I’m not incredibly blessed to be able to drive across every beautiful season in the mountains. During the fall time. Chasing the snow. Heading towards the desert and warmth.
Living the grand adventure. And with nothing but time and music to enjoy it with.
For a second, I questioned if I should make this drive. Like this isn’t splendor.
