Road Trip

Summer scents. Flowers and leaves floating on the wind. The wind knocking on reinforced glass. And the occassional stream. A few cars, trucks, motorbikes. Loud music and meaningless conversation. A long road with rest areas every tens of miles. Two kids staring out of a window passing into the past and future. Bright light. No end in sight. Troubled looks and green, black, red lines on maps. A destination. Food stops and stretched legs. Water bottles passed back and forth. Coke cans emptied and onto the road. Claustrophobic laughs and snores. Sleep. Home.