Wheel & Driftwood
Wheel
Ever notice how the road feels like a living thing, like it’s humming with its own pulse? It keeps on going even when we’re just standing on it, staring at the next turn. What do you think it’s trying to say?
Driftwood
I think the road’s pulse is like a tide that knows when to rise and fall, reminding us that even when we stand still the world keeps turning, humming softly like a lullaby for our feet.
Wheel
Sounds about right—like the world’s always got a beat you can feel in your soles, even if you’re just standing there waiting for the next stoplight. Keep riding that rhythm.
Driftwood
Yeah, the road’s heart beats in time with the world, a quiet reminder that even if we’re just waiting at a stoplight the world’s pulse keeps humming along, urging us to keep moving.
Wheel
Just keep following that hum, and soon you’ll hit the next bend. Trust it, and the road will take you exactly where you need to be.
Driftwood
Trust it like you trust a sea gull’s flight—sometimes it’s just the wind and sometimes it’s the whole sky. The road’s hum will guide you, even if you forget the date or the song you’re humming. Just let it roll.