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.