Arkansassy.

Arkansassy.


I stumbled upon a picture of me taken 10 years ago. I was sitting shot gun in my boyfriend at the times black semi-new truck. We were driving carefree through the openness of Arkansas. The spiritually stimulating deserts of New Mexico, our destination. I had my head out the window, feeling the warm wind on my face, smelling unpolluted air, the virginity of it, the purity, like the first breath of Adam.