Open air nowhere.

And the Chevy has taken me here, To Crotan National forest in the shade of a few trees huddled around some picnic tables and grills. The picnic spot overlooks marshland, which like everything else tries to stretch to the horizon but is cut short when the forest thickens up.

The cool afternoon breeze is in contest with the warm afternoon sun, and together they dilute the city, and even the highway, out of the car, the park and from me as I sit in the open air nowhere and contemplate the open-air somewheres I've been through.

Right here, right now, the only sign of civilisation is an empty parking lot with wide diagonal, American parking spaces. One of them in the shade on the far side, has a sleek black Chevy parked up.

My thoughts turn inwards, despite the open and outward surroundings and I wonder, does this open land really feel this good or will I eventually become desentitized to paradise? The answer can only be that you should make the most of what you have.

There is no traffic noise, there is no anything. Its a forest growing, dying, aging. Its not possible to be alone here, because the forsest and marshland is with you, and it will be with me forever.