The side view mirror is like a painting, purple and yellow and orange. Sun rise. I'm supposed to be excited about the dawning of a new day.
When winter break comes, I'll go back and pull out all the dead grass I wanted to pull out before I left. I don't know why I'm doing it, really. I'm not going to live there.
I guess Granddaddy's house was what was good about my life once, and I'm trying to hold onto that just like I'm trying to hold onto the hope that I can make a new life for myself that's better than the old one was.
The sun is almost all the way risen now. The sky is a deep, rich blue. No clouds. I wonder if there will ever be clouds to look at again.
The sign comes up for me to merge onto 295. A new road, one I've never been on.
I speed up a little and get in behind a truck I can't see over.
My new life has begun.