Back Roads

Traveling through the back roads I find I still remember the way to the old hideouts and pathways that brought us here to today. Those old winding tree lined paths flow so easilg through the woods. with a herd of deer off to the right some wild turkeys on the left. The sky is clouded gray and threatening and a sudden whisk of cold mixes with wind and trickled rain force the lights and wipers on. The deer continue to graze peacefully undisturbed looking up only now and tgen staying a good distance back avoiding the threat and danger of the car. These last few deserted roads remain happily unchanged barely paved despite the increase and altering of traffic patterns. Along the canal the water rises high almost obscuring the bridge as I cross over. Out of the woods the last hint of solitude and peace now disappears lost in the lights of the highway and a staggering flow of cars and traffic as the back roads sadly disappear.