
winding road
hair flying every which way
grassy hills and open fields
farms and cows and weeds
everything a kid could see


winding road
hair flying every which way
grassy hills and open fields
farms and cows and weeds
everything a kid could see


Inside, confined, my seat belt tugging. Cool air moving, touching my face. I turn to the right, to the view outside. A wooden fence that went on forever and lush green grass clover countryside.
A light misty rain.
And a fast moving glimpse of today.
[I wasn’t driving, just aimed and clicked.]

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etikser