Iritations, imitations and the bumpy smooth road.

It's a magic show in the desert.

A hat trick with your soul instead of a rabbit.

Complete strangers.

New strings and dirty shirts.

Blurry trees runnning away.

Your home is waiting for you like the ugly duckling at the junior high dance waiting for the chance.

There's a spotlight in a truck somewhere and you're following it everwhere it goes.

Stillness of the body, while the wheels get all the exercise.

I imagine inviting a martian to a day in this life. They would wonder what these people were driving so far for and eating whatever is being served on the highway.
What could it be?
How many hours of this can one take?
Where are they going and why?
Who are these people?

And then they finally stop at some place where other people have also traveled to. It's some kind of peace offering or a meeting perhaps. Wait, these exhausted salted people have left the vehicle and are now up high. About 7 feet higher than those other people. They're higher but they're out numbered! Is it war? Is it a stand-off?
"1,2,3,4" shouts the one guy. Something beautiful is happening. Hips are swaying, eyes are softening and brightening. Those other people aren't going to kill them at all. It looks like they're going to love them actually.

That must be what all of this is for.
These people are doing something they love doing while other people are watching and listening to something they love watching and listening to.