By Andrew R. Duckworth

On a clear day,
Sun shining through a passenger window,
It’s warm now,
The sun beating my ear,
Along with a holiday jingle on the radio,
It’s not Mariah Carey, thank God,
No, I think it’s Dean,
Yes, that voice unmistakable,
But, baby, it ain’t cold outside yet,
And we still have 500 miles to go,
Roads free of sleet or snow,
More songs pouring from the radio,
Andy Williams and Sinatra,
Walking in a winter wonderland
While we’re driving through east Texas
By yellow pastures with red barns
With 400 more miles of highway.