The Nomad Within

She took the highway going south, the radio tuned on a country music station. She was listening absentmindedly, holding on to her dream of the night that passed.  A new idea. A new dream.

A new hope. The constant disappointment...

She found her grip tighter on the steering wheel. Her jaws pressing. Ahh she sighed, letting loose a little.

She pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror: the conduit to self obsession. Long hair. Large earrings. Tired eyes.

She wrapped her fingers around the wheel again. Took a deep breath. Looked out into the horizon, going south.