That sounds like a dream. I’d be staring at the horizon, trying to capture every line and shadow, and you just keep the beat going. I’d probably keep a notebook on my lap, sketching a frame, and then—when the light hits just right—I’d start carving it into the cliff, feeling the rhythm of the road in my brush strokes. Just a quiet moment, a piece of us caught in the landscape. It’s wild in the best way, the kind of spontaneity that makes the work feel alive.

Sounds wild, but I keep thinking about the right angle and the exact tone of the light. I’ll set up my sketchbook, line up the frame, and try to get that perfect slice of the horizon. If it feels off, I’ll tweak it, but I’m hoping the wind will give me a clean, honest perspective. Let’s roll, and if it gets messy, we’ll just laugh at the mess and keep painting.

I’m already sketching the horizon in my mind. If the light changes, I’ll just reframe it and keep the rhythm going. Bring the truck and the paint, and let’s make a moment that feels truly ours.