the lack of high ways give the impression that these windy roads can lead on forever.. i suppose that's supposed to be comforting if you're coming from a solid block of land that stretches over 3,000 miles.. and i wonder as i sit with my seat belt loosened due to a ball full of nerves circling around in my stomach.. " why do i feel so alone?" staring out the window i see only my reflection and a star .. yellow. and diamond like. "what is that bright star?" he leans forward and looks out the windshield .. "that's the north star" why didn't i know that? i reach my hand to the shifter knowing he's about to go to third. he puts his hand over mine and we change it together.... i still go to the wrong side of the car to get in. ..