While on a recent road-trip to and fro Fairbanks I caught sight of a stunned bird flapping on the side of the road. While pulling over to put is aside might have been a misplaced gesture, it reminded me of all the years commuting via bicycle, or traveling by canoe and boot, and the insight gained by slowing down. There's a sense of perspective from going through a place, as opposed to going over it; of moving with it, instead of passing it by via mechanized means.
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