Mountains covered in fallen clouds;
evergreens passing in blurs.
Black tar roads dotted in white;
the weary chatter of haggard passengers.
Windshield wipers; swish, swoosh,
pushing the rain away.
Passing signs call out for our attention,
begging for us to stop and visit.
The hum of the engine,
the stuffy dry air;
as we drive in a state of beauty.
Watching a world pass through the tinted windows.
But we are just passing through,
enjoying the view along the way.

A beautiful skyline on the journey home