Wednesday, November 30, 2005

The Green Green Grass

His demeanor changed. Suddenly, he was happy, and relaxed. The ride was beyond the hustle and bustle state of hours past; now it was slow and bump-free. The air smelt better and better with even revolution of the tires that carried him along.

The tires stopped spinning. He sighed as he stepped out of the car. He was home.

1 comment:

Rae said...

no place like it. me in a couple weeks!! :D