A Sunday Drive
A sunny fall day. The landscape rises and falls in a cacophony of passing hills, trees, and road work. Hanging in the air, the smell curls the nostrils to protect from the odor of skunk.
The sign passes by too quickly. I assumed the familiar old estate was for sale! But no! It’s an election sign, as more and more homes seem to tout the small pictures of candidates mounted on stakes driven into the ground.
Clouds billow, all slightly leaning to the left. They seem slightly black where covering the four o’clock sun.
A blue tractor moves slowly around the huge field on the right. Mowing the grass, the huge beast has already drawn and quartered the acreage and will surely be resting peacefully back in its barn come nightfall.
My truck wheels, suddenly make the whirring sound as I move to the alert marks to the right of the white line. Thank goodness, that didn’t last long.
I see a new police car. They must be proud of that as tight as the county is with it’s money. Oh, we are entering that small town! So, now the county has another source of income, I think as I rationalize the new police car.
I stay exactly within the posted speed limits. I have donated once the that new car and do not want to continue my support. Just as the zone changes so I can resume my speed, I fall behind a church bus. You would think after five stops he would be through for the day, but no, he made five more before turning down a lane. I Look at my watch. Gosh, I thought! “Thirty minutes of this”, and it is still twelve miles to the interstate. O well, the country side was nice while it lasted.
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2017
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