Written after driving out of my small hometown late one night:

Driving out of Lebanon, Oregon, late at night
No clouds
Skies crystal clear
One half moon illuminating a local landmark, Peterson’s Butte
Moon silhouetting this magnificent, ancient butte

Starting the memories
Windows down
Fresh air being drawn from the wheat fields…
The breeze gently drifting in the window
Saturating me with the aura of my youth
With a familiarity never lost
I feel emotions rising
Bubbling up through my soul
Want to drive back into that time
Live it again
My small town
Will always hold
Those wispy memories.