One of those nights of self-discovery.

"The fields the color of love and Southern mysteries- I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of fragrant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments. The West of my youth met the East of my future.

It was the one distinct time in my life when I didn't know who I was and I wasn't scared. All I had to do was lean back and roll on; to follow one great red line across America. Into the fine night, a warm night, a moony night, a wine-drinking night. A night to hug your man and talk and laugh and be heaven-going with all that flat stuff way out to the setting sun." 

- Jack Kerouac  

I normally have a hard time relating to words by self-proclaimed "wanderers", especially those that tend to have a sexual bias in their writing, *ahem* Kerouac. But tonight, over a $10 bottle of wine, stacks of photographs and prints, and the kind of people we should never take for granted, it fit. I think sometimes when we least expect it and most need it, we hear what we need to. Tonight was that time for me. 

Homage to Kerouac  by Christine Baczek

Homage to Kerouac by Christine Baczek