The road goes on forever 7/5

Tap on the breaks, slow down there's a curve up ahead. You can see nothing in your rear view but the open road behind you. The road before you dips, turns and winds up the hillsides of the valleys in front of you. The smell of Juniper mixed with the summer heat cooked by mother nature wafts into your nose and you press the gas a little harder.

The sign up ahead signals a three way stop and you decide to go right. 

The mixture of fresh air, rain and a cool breeze greets you as you approach a creek bottom at the edge of another farm property. You slow down to count the turtle heads, see the fish and watch for wildlife crossing. The road going forward twists to the right in front of you, you pull over just past the curve and stop to pick wild flowers. 

The freshness of a summer breeze can be exhilarating and freeing in a sense that no one can stop you except the gas tank. 

The music blaring from the car becomes annoying trying to hear over the cicadas of the twilight. Turning this down you notice the red sky in the west signalling another hot day tomorrow. You don't care because all that lies between you right now is the night, the road and the thoughts in your mind. 

Drift off in thought again as you steer another turn, you can faintly see the horizon as the farmhouses and distant four way stops in the middle of nowhere begin to light up. 

The gas station of a one horse town, busy with the last of the nights customers getting their last fixes of cigarettes, beer, gas, and lottery tickets, attracts your business and curiosity. 

This is the first time you've had to relax in a long time yet, you realize you need to stop now or you'll be stopped on a back road with no gas. 

The cheap jerky behind the counter entices your purchase along with a bottle of water and ten dollars in gas. You fill up and head back out on your adventure. 

The remnants of a late 4th of July celebration sound in the distance. You can still smell the sweet scent of juniper, mowed grass and manure mixing your nose hairs in to a swirl of summer that makes your creativity roam these very hills faster than your car could ever take you. 

Wherever your dream takes you, it is on your own way that you can make it. The road goes on forever.. or so the song may say, but whats to be said of nature.. driving you the other way?