Occasionally I'll see another pair of headlights on the road, but not often. It's just me, my car, the open road and the stereo. After a bit, I turn off the stereo and settle back into my seat... I have another 20 miles until I'm home.
You can smell the farmland, the rich earth, and hear the distant rumble of a semi on I-80/90.
You've been questioning yourself, wondering if moving home was the right choice... moving back in with your parents, away from the city life. Turning down the country roads headed for home, the moon comes from behind a cloud. The trees that line the road reach for each other, for the sky and the moon and the clouds. You smile. You can't see this in the city. The moonlight sliding between the branches of the still-bare tree.
This is home. You made the right choice. This is peace. This is the land of laughter and love. Quiet drives in the country.
Just you, the moon, trees and the open road.