Into the great wide open.
The sky turned a soft blazing orange, the hazy edges of reds and yellows blurring with the translucent billowy blue. This vastness of sky and openness of road is what had always calmed her, called her. The road beckoned often, like a seductive lover crooking a wispy finger of come hither in the same manner sinewy slivers of smoke from the candle’s wick whisper up to the ethers.
That’s why she’d always loved road trips and sought solace on the open roads- the winding curving of the country sweetly embracing her unruly hair through the open windows of her 95 Ford Tempo.
It wasn’t to escape the the loud harsh angry awaiting her back home.
It was to find the open vastness of sky that she knew was always patiently waiting.
