The story….
At first I thought I was fast. Running past each tree, each flower, and each spare rock on the gravel road. The sun catching me eye after every space between the trees. My eyes want to stray to the right where the grass is greener than grass can be, but I force myself to look in front of me. I pick up my pace a little. I've always liked this road, the sweet smell of grass, the sunlight shining at any time of the day, no cars…although I don't know why, it is a gravel road after all, but not once out of the 16 years of my life have I seen a car on this road… strange. I run on this road every day, it's this straight path from one place to another, there are no other roads leading to a third place, it's just one road. I focus once again on running. Step by step, left right left, breathing, in and then out. A gust of wind comes from behind me pushing me forward. Ahead I can see the tiny stop sign that's at the end o the road. The unused stop sign. No car has ever seen it, it has never seen other cars. Its amazing how just a 4 letter word can control someone. Even though its not really controlling, its more of a choice. You could choose to stop, or you could choose to keep going, at your own risk. I root that into my brain. I keep running. Running. Left, Right, Left, Breathe in, and out, and in, and….out. I stop. My eyes scroll and adjust to the view. Panting. On my right, was a small path leading into more trees. Honestly I thought I had gone crazy. I come here every day,'nand not once have I seen another road.