Ever thought about how all the roads connect, like one smooth continuous slab of asphalt. They're like arteries pumping cars and people, to any road from Canada to South America. Just thought that was kinda trippy .
Think about what the world would look like without anything but the roads, no earth or anything. Just continental outlines of roads. Crazy.
Roads I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a shuttle between broad fields, And slide discreetly through hidden nooks. They are canopied like a Persian dome And carpeted with orient dyes. They are myriad-voiced, and musical, And scented with happiest memories. O Winding roads that I know so well, Every twist and turn, every hollow and hill! They are set in my heart to a pulsing tune Gay as a honey-bee humming in June. 'T is the rhythmic beat of a horse's feet And the pattering paws of a sheep-dog bitch; 'T is the creaking trees, and the singing breeze, And the rustle of leaves in the road-side ditch. A cow in a meadow shakes her bell And the notes cut sharp through the autumn air, Each chattering brook bears a fleet of leaves Their cargo the rainbow, and just now where The sun splashed bright on the road ahead A startled rabbit quivered and fled. O Uphill roads and roads that dip down! You curl your sun-spattered length along, And your march is beaten into a song By the softly ringing hoofs of a horse And the panting breath of the dogs I love. The pageant of Autumn follows its course And the blue sky of Autumn laughs above. And the song and the country become as one, I see it as music, I hear it as light; Prismatic and shimmering, trembling to tone, The land of desire, my soul's delight. And always it beats in my listening ears With the gentle thud of a horse's stride, With the swift-falling steps of many dogs, Following, following at my side. O Roads that journey to fairyland! Radiant highways whose vistas gleam, Leading me on, under crimson leaves, To the opaline gates of the Castles of Dream. by Amy Lowell
It would be cool to get back to what the earth looked like without all the pavement, just grass and dirt. Peaceful.
roads are current civilization's circulation systems. really though when i think about them, i just envision how every blood cell in my body has specific purpose moving about: delivering oxygen, fighting disease, carrying waste...
I also feel cool when i think about roads as arteries...The best arteries that we should make sure aren't clogged are the ones bringin me my fiiiiine headies from canada....keep that artery OPEN!
