We just traversed the continent in a metal tube. Ten men and a dog sealed off in our own little 65 MPH world. Fighting, writing, reasoning, and wanting. A Microcosm if you will. A living, breathing organism whose life span is exactly how long it takes to get from the first show to the last. Fragile.
Our much awaited return to the road did not go off without its hitches. Definitions were misinterpreted. Lines were blurred. Exposed toes mistakenly tread upon. Drama (sometimes the subplots make the movie) and ultimately (albeit imperfectly) democracy. Only the strongest stone can feed the forge and we are stainless steel.
Every tour is a revolution. A beautiful fight to the death..... and then to the airport where our velocity must be reigned in to match that of the real world. Time stands still and wounds repair. We console ourselves in the love of families who have waited too long for our return. We rest.
and then we go back to the war.
Tosh