Partly Leaves

What a morning, eh? The kind of morning that makes you want to drink coffee out of doors and brush the shit out of your pets until big wafts of hair make cirrus clouds over your lawn.

Aaaanyway, working now, but I read the below passage recently, about how road trips can sometimes make you feel—inside  a car, but all connected with everything. I'm ready for a road trip, like, now!

"I could feel the road entering me, through tire, wheel, spring, and cushion; shall I not have intelligence with earth too? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mold myself?—a man of infinite horsepower, yet partly leaves. "—E.B. White