countryside, queen anne's lace, winding road

winding road

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

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outside the window

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.]