10 July 2012

5/100: Down the Highway

We spent the day in the car, my family and I. We passed fields of rain-soaked Golden Burley and acres of soy, replaced by stands of loblolly pine and creeping kudzu. Further north, truck stops and strip malls, half-empty, replaced nature. Outside of Emporia, Virginia, the sulphur smell of a dead swamp filled the car, with each occupant pointing fingers at the party guilty of imparting such stench. Chicago filled the speakers, good things in life take a lot of time, and the car flew under cloud-studded blue, the temperature never cracked 90, and it seemed we could drive forever.


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