Horn Please!

Where does a journey begin?….does it even end?
Do we know that we journeyed through time, space, moments, were we walking with prupose or just floating along? Mountains crossed, plains covered,
All for the sea and its pull.
Landscape after landscape, the road curves and narrows, loud truck horns and their brightly painted signs.
"HORN   PLEASE"
all the stray puppies that find cozy spots,
intersecting paths and parrallel railways.