Morning light, a warm cup, and the quiet strength it takes to keep going—even when the road makes you slow down. There’s a special kind of quiet that comes when your body says no and there’s no one else around to argue with it. No audience. No backup plan that involves another human. Just you, your breath, and the slow realization that the road doesn’t care how you feel. I’ve been sick on the road more than once. Not dramatic, not hospital-level—but enough to make every small