The first time I heard the song Crosses by José González I was driving home.
I don't like to drive but I had honours fieldwork. 2004 was a year of pushing through and doing whatever needed to be done. My journey would take me almost 200 km west of the city, where I could see miles of paddocks, and wind turbines just visible in the distance. I'd visit the sorts of places where other drivers always wave, and you need to put a wheel in the dirt to squeeze past. I felt more comfortable in those quiet rural areas, on bumpy or unsealed roads similar to the places where I first learnt to drive. But they always come with a dose of melancholy. It can get lonely out on the plains.