One of the hardest things I find about writing is that I can never do it on command. The power of my words is played heavily off my emotions. If I don't feel the inspiration then I usually come up with diddly squat to put on paper. Nonetheless, there are times where I'm left alone with my thoughts and the ideas and words come flowing from my mind with ease. A week ago, Jordan and I were driving home from Santa Rosa Beach, Florida. A 20 hour drive covering 1,200 miles. During long trips we like to split up the driving time and I was lucky enough to cover the 6 hour stretch from Northern Alabama into Illinois on the way home. I had the bluegrass satellite station blaring and Jordan was asleep in the passenger seat. It was only me, the road and my thoughts, and thus the inspiration for the post below:
The weather's turned colder
we're another year older
and it's been so long since I've heard from you.
So we pack up our lovings
for a year's worth of comings
for Christmas in that southern town hue.
And it's 500 miles halfway to family
and then 500 more to do.
We've longed for a reunion
and that's just what we're doin'
but I've still got 500 miles to you.
The weather's been hot
and our workloads we've fought
and it's been too long since I've hugged you.
So we'll take a vacation
and drive across the nation
for a beach stay in the Florida dunes.
And it's 500 miles halfway to family
and then 500 more to do.
We've longed for a reunion
and that's just what we're doin'
but I've still got 500 miles to you.
The nights they are quiet
my loneliness I hide it
It's been 20 days since I've kissed you.
But you'll soon leave the cotton
that you tend to so often
and I can't wait until I see you.
Cause it's 5,000 miles until I see you baby
24 hours flying over the sea
I've longed for the reunion
and I know you'll be here soon and
it's 5,000 miles to me.
(Yes, this is a song. If you want to hear the guitar accompaniment, well then I guess you'll have to come to Iowa.)
- Shirley
