The streets are dark. Not a sad soul in sight in this one-horse town.
The traffic light is green, but I stop and wait for it to turn yellow….
Then red….
Then green again.
The air has a chilled serenity.
The town is fast asleep, except for the sundown-activated street lights
And the occasional neon storefront sign.
I tap the steering wheel, hoping it will show me where to go next.
It doesn’t.
So I steer it home.
A different route than usual.
...But home just the same.
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 1:15 AM UTC
The streets are dark. Not a sad soul in sight in this one-horse town.
The traffic light is green, but I stop and wait for it to turn yellow….
Then red….
Then green again.
The air has a chilled serenity.
The town is fast asleep, except for the sundown-activated street lights
And the occasional neon storefront sign.
I tap the steering wheel, hoping it will show me where to go next.
It doesn’t.
So I steer it home.
A different route than usual.
...But home just the same.