We rise before the sun. Quietly we move through the morning rituals of breakfast, showers, dressing. The car waits for its final bags and passengers. We step out into the dark with iced coffee in hand to begin the 1,500 mile journey home. Slowly, the car rolls down the driveway slipping away, while the home’s occupants sleep on.
As we head toward the highway, my semi-focused eyes try to take in the details surrounding me. Streetlights reveal a dancing mist of fog has settled in during the dark of night. Streets normally filled with cars are eerily empty. I wonder, who would be up and out at this time on a Sunday morning? We stop at the light and a car pulls up next to me. I glance over, a lone man is munching on something. He intently watches for the light to turn green.
We have reached the highway, six lanes of road stretch before us. The red taillights of the cars ahead are red eyes staring at us. Where are these people going? As the sun slowly spreads its light, I close my eyes to rest. I know it will be my turn to drive later.
Two days later we pull into our driveway. Vaction is over. Sigh . . .