There to There

The idea was to drive from New York, New York to Newark, New Jersey. The way was quite practiced and known, but the recluse was beyond repair. The highway wasn't packed, swerving to the turning right was a must to get there. It was a known direction. Moving forward was a fact.

The road was not narrow, beautiful pines on the background were still. The mood was dead and the vehicles passing were undecided. In another turn, the lights of cool noon went grim. Almost like the familiar park beside, the way was straight. There was an end, but no stopping.

The sleep was at home.