Florida’s Turnpike…miles to go until we Yeehaw.
dues.
via laserbread
If Jabba paid on time, he wouldn’t be part of a thousand-year meal.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air… .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
— John Gillespie Magee, Jr
From my idiocy files.
Raining over the Atlantic Ocean, just before landing…Glad I had a window seat.
An intense December sunset in Bentonville, Arkansas along US 71 Business route. The unexpected can be beautiful.
XKCD nails it again…also, getting on board before First Class passengers is a sweet peach.
At work. (But not my work.)
(Source: f1fanatic)
Don’t let weeds grow around your dreams.
