When the Road Bends

The descent begins and the scene opens before me. It's a whole city not just asphalt ribbons flanked by barren trees and homes. It's the distance, miles of distance, and skyscrapers. For that moment while driving, I'm perched to examine this perspective of Nashville. Yes, it's not people shuffling past one another, not a pair exchanging words between puffs of smoke. It's neither a sermon nor a hand strumming a guitar string, but the scene is Nashville.



Downtown Nashville

And if the words can't quite express the moment, I cannot worry. It's fleeting. An image can try, but fixed points of light must change and so does the road. It's asphalt ribbons flanked by barren trees and homes.