Journey

Darkness falls and I slip behind the wheel. My favorite time to drive is well after the rush to get home, when the world slips into the comfort of night. The roads empty. No headlights break through the darkness, except mine.

Rolling hills and blackened pastures. Trees overhead and on each side. Misty gray clouds in an otherwise empty dark sky. Yellow stripes reflected a few feet at a time as the new road is revealed to me bit by bit.

This is my solitude. My time to just be. Singing, listening to quiet songs, driving along slowly with no other souls in sight. I rejuvenate.

After a time, I'm ready to head back to the lit streets, the trees replaced by bricks and mortar, my go with the flow stopped by blaring red lights. Stop and start until I'm home.

Tucked in, I close my eyes and begin the journey again in my head. I drift off to sleep not knowing where the road will lead this time.