The Long Ride Home, Version 1
The rural two-lane highway ribboned through a patchwork of fields, crops, and farms. There, on my left, a dirt road, oddly white, rippled and curved towards a barn and grain shed.
The effect gave me pause. It was familiar… and yet I had never been here before. For the rest of the drive I thought about my
childhood, the farm I had grown up on, and the years in between.
Time had passed quickly, and memories of my youth were as faded as the long the road home.