La Ponderosa

There is something that is altogether revitalizing about pushing into the wind, circling the map, & never crossing the same slab of sidewalk twice. 

But in passing brightly painted stucco or weary grey souls bolted to a park bench, the fear is undeniably escaping.  

A peculiar discomfort inevitably turns the local into a drifter, as familiar streets take on unrecognizable landscapes & street lights burn out.  

It's the sort of development that gently nudges the traveler home sooner than planned.