The Open Road

There is something about my drive to and from work. There are three stretches of road that I love. There are no street lights, no traffic lights and barely any shoulder on the road. I love them.

There’s something about those roads – where the only sights are cows and cornfields – that adds a kind of peace to my drive. The best time is at night, when the night kisses the day, the stars begin to shine and my Kia doesn’t know whether to turn the headlights on or not.

It’s a kind of freedom. For a few kilometers the world is mine, the open road lies ahead of me and I am flying to meet my destiny.

Inevitably, the open road ends. Then I’m up to my bumpers in tailgaters, traffic lights, road construction and general road rage at the lineup at Timmy’s. And yet, everyday I get back in the car. I head to work and long for that bit of open road.

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