Cruising with the Stars

I drive the winding roads, with the windows down, the world spilling out, a sprawling canvas of life.

The sky transforms, a shower of stars, and I’m rolling, cruising through toil, through the wilderness of dreams, feeling the spirit of the night, it washes over me, soothing the tangled thoughts, beckoning a depth of freedom, inviting me to lose my way.

Cruising with the stars, a companion in the night, do I dare chase the horizon? Shall we all go forth, to merge with the woods, to meet the moon in her cradle?

• Jack Kerouac

• Jack Kerouac