Back To Texas

All the celebration and amplifiers and beer and jokes and conversation from the weekend had whittled themselves down to this quietness, this next 827 miles. Back to just the four of us, the hum of the road running beneath. The winter sun was setting already, and I think there was an overall sense of satisfaction coursing throughout the van. I’ve noticed this kind of quiet at the end of tours before, and it’s one of the best sensations one could ask for in the wake of such efforts.
-Will