2,633 miles in a Hyundai

The faster we drove, the slower the sun set as we chased the spicy sky across Indiana. The day's end came slowly, slowly like a baby who doesn't want to fall asleep. Puffy streaky clouds that you've seen before, purple and blue over orange and pink, were bordered below always by the black lace of naked trees gliding by with grace. Black, spiky flames stuck motionless in space, like burned out buildings before a smooth peach sky, rolling by with the continuous conveyor belt of road. We felt tired and swollen, sweaty and too full of trail mix in this, our 11th hour on the road. As dusk did creep over us with more sincerity, I remembered the needled trees that once wept for me in Kansas, bending over and dripping their tears on the straw around me, knowing they had the same piney soul as my home.