Where fire meets the sea

pa turnpike autumn fall

I know a place where fire meets the sea.

Where the tips of trees dip themselves in crystal clear Caribbean blue, where mountains jut like eddies from the shore, where the sky swells between their valleys like waves.

I know a place where highway divides a great expanse of corn husks the color of wet sand.

Where the roadside is aflame with amber Autumn hues, where the air fills you lungs like sweet salt water taffy, where clouds froth like surf.

I drive on through Keystone countrysides, 2 sleeping souls tucked into their seats.

{ pa turnkpike in autumn by sublicious }

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