July 18, 1999


I was listening to “Long, Long, Long” my favorite song off disc two of The White Album. The way back down is always saddening for me and this time I wept. It has been two years since I have witnessed the beauty I fell in love with. Two years. How is it going to be possible for me to go back home and engage into the life I despise? Route 66 carries me across the Texas state line as the plateaus of southern New Mexico disappear in the back window. How long will it take this time?

My last breath of fresh mountain air is exhaled reluctantly. My wisdom has grown stronger. This is what dreams are made of.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist