tip of my mind's tongue

last night, i spent a lot of time dancing. an entire trip of dancing. it was a road trip dance, dancing down highways; not interstates, but rolling secondary highways. there was someone with me, and we picked up people along the way. dancing was our mode of transportation, every head bob forward would bring us another little jolt down the road, and momentum could build up and we'd be dancing down roads at thirty to forty miles an hour. the music was foreign and coming from an unidentifiable source. we danced our way through the rolling green hills, over the great plains, and through mountains, canyons and desert, through cities and towns, and back again.

it was a good experience, i'm going to be thinking about that one all day.