Adventures in Van Dwelling: Truck Stop Misery
It's just past midnight as we pull in to yet another rest stop in Middle-America. A foggy haze lingers in the air as the parking stalls bask in the street lights' tangerine glow. Moths thump and swirl around the glowing bulbs and fireflies drift silently and gracefully up from the grass and through the trees, casting their magic upon all those who dare gaze.The gravel crackles under our tires as the van rolls slowly into it's spot and the engine shuts off. It's quiet, but only for a moment as our ears adjust and the hum-drum-rumbles of the surrounding 18 wheelers fill the night air. At first I find myself miffed by their inconsideration of my peaceful roadside moment, but within minutes my level of understanding raises along with the internal temperature of our van.
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