Johnathon Moss

Pour a double and set the glass down.
I always tip my hat to the headliner, the support acts, and the crew. And they earned it. But today, looking at this glass of amber, I’m thanking the reflection staring back at me. The shine wears off the highway real quick. The neon gets dim, the miles get long, and the applause fades into quiet hotel rooms. At the end of the day, a stage is just wood and a crowd is just a passing wind. What’s real is the hands that hold the reins and the quiet promise to keep the pantry full back home.
I’m glad I didn’t fold when the road got heavy. I’m glad I kept my eyes on the horizon. It isn’t ego; it’s just honest truth. It’s hard work feeding a family in a world that eats the romantic alive.
So here’s to the miles. Here’s to the dust. And here’s to me, for standing tall through it all. 🥃