Along the Highway

Something about the way a single raindrop settled upon my car window infected me with a hollow disease. The musty odor of deserted city streets infused within the tiny droplet took me back to better times, bittersweet in memory. Whether it was the icy breath of a storm on my neck or the crack and shudder of nature’s diaphragm in the distance that woke me from my stupor remains uncertain. Regardless, I made my arrival somewhere in my present, where the rest of me remained scattered along the highway.