I know the road so well; driving down 116 is a breeze. I hardly
even notice the landmarks anymore. LOL I guess this is an indication
of a road well traveled. Unexpectedly I see a familiar form in the
distance….It sure looks like you…that slow saunter…and
the long blonde hair…I slow to pull in behind you… ½ city
girl …½ country…all woman. Just as I am pulling
off the road you look slyly over your shoulder in my direction. I
am sure you sense me looking at you, I am just not certain if you
realize it is me…quite yet. Then you look over your glasses
and break out in a grin.
© Pame Roscoe 2009
