Travel blog moment 1

I'm still reeling from a spell of travel, even now, two days after returning home. The East Coast: mushy green, overgrown, over-mowed; stark contrasts, monotony, blight, and wonder. The air stayed humid even without recent rain, bugs gave it extra texture. The roadkill always looked fresh, not like here in New Mexico where you see ravens savoring last morsels off the ribs of a long dead elk on the shoulders of highways for months, like familiar landmarks ("...past the third ribcage on NM Route 4, take a right at the bullsnake skin..." etc.). There is a never satisfied appetite for red meat out there and creatures generously hurl themselves under oncoming wheels to provide for others. In this American dream you, the consumer, pick your moment to streak through the hurtling traffic all the way to the fast lane, grab a carcass, scamper back into the lush green beyond the roadside and bury your features in the still throbbing flesh.
To be continued...