When i entered 495 East Highway, my eyes opened to the infinite red pine tree, on each side, that crowed city behinds me, like the dust on my car, disappeared in the wind. Concentrating, that's all i am, looking to the front, holding the wheel, speeding up... I'm glad i'm out of somewhere other than the city, i didn't miss this, just by watching those leaves, on the tress, by the sideway, in the wind.
Me, minicooper, east highway, in the autumn of 2009, i am glad i made it
all by me.
1 comment:
i am glad you made it , too:)
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