The Ride Home

The melon yellow sun, burns through the winter forest, backlighting it in shades of gray and mauve, causing retinal flashes; impeding the forward progress of traffic. Car headlights, string out across the vista of days end, like reminders of Christmas past. Red tails flare, as the iron horses baulk at fallen limbs, left by the last winter storm. The air is heavy with the monsters mechanical breath. And, within the belly of the beast, behind their lensed lids, condensation forms. Frost, smeared by the fingers of its symbiotic masters, make the lifeless quadrupeds appear myopic, As they rush frantically forward into the on coming night.