Then you pull aside, roll down the window, and hear nothing but the buzzing and chirping of whatever nature’s out there. It’s just… zen.
I’ve always lived in pretty densely-populated areas, but a few years back I got to drive around eastern Arizona for a few hours at night. It was so dark and so empty, I felt like I was flying through space. I could’ve gone into a trance, had I not been somewhere unfamiliar (I had to keep some focus in this unfamiliar area with spotty cell reception, where I was alone, at night.)
Then you pull aside, roll down the window, and hear nothing but the buzzing and chirping of whatever nature’s out there. It’s just… zen.
I’ve always lived in pretty densely-populated areas, but a few years back I got to drive around eastern Arizona for a few hours at night. It was so dark and so empty, I felt like I was flying through space. I could’ve gone into a trance, had I not been somewhere unfamiliar (I had to keep some focus in this unfamiliar area with spotty cell reception, where I was alone, at night.)