The ride was long and he kept looking at the odometer. The last mile marker helped him calculate three hundred and sixty-five miles left. With so many miles left before him, he could only hope there’d be some decent coffee joints along the way, maybe even some good grub too. He flipped open the cd folder and started looking for something to occupy himself with for several hours.
The ride was long, but looking at the highway before him, he imagined those who had traveled this road before him. What were their destinations, he wondered? The last mile marker showed there to be hundreds of miles where opportunity could take a turn off an exit. A chance encounter to meet someone new, to see a place he’d never been before. He put on his sunglasses and peered into the horizon, waiting for his chance to explore unknown territory.