It was an unforgettable journey

I travelled in a fast car. A Mercedes. But I would rather have walked, for life whizzed by and the traveller was left with just a tourist brochure...

The drive was a rush, like the kiss long-lost lovers exchange when they meet.

The journey was short, like love's pleasure blindsided by lust.

I didn't stop to think that there could be an alternative... a stroll down the countryside...

...reached my destination without the necessity to get somewhere...