We're driving south past big rivers, loud trucks and smokey horizons. The sun's making it's way down and silhouetting everything in perfect orange light. It's one of the best times of the day on a road trip. Probably second only to darkness giving away to the light blues and yellows of early morning. It's the kind of light that sets the scene for anything. This kind of light never fails to make me reminisce.

I think tonight we're looking for a motel around New Castle - not bad for a day's travel. My death grip on the steering wheel has given way to a firm hold which the leather, and my knuckles, are thankful for. It could be because the leaves are turning red and gold, because it's 22 degrees in the car and 14 degrees outside or because I just drank half a liter of RedBull but I'm tickled pink right now.

There's just something about road trips through the country.

Write to me one day,
Nikki Keating.