Gusty Company

When he needed to get away he's ride his bike down this road.

He never saw anyone all the times he'd roll down it. He hadn't even ever reached the end. For all he knew, it stretched on forever. Carving a path across the prairie.

It was on this asphalt that he would let all his bagged go. The stress would fall from his shoulders, down his back and onto the road below. A trail of emotional liter.

It was here that he'd clear his mind. Empty it amongst the swaying grass. Let it get swept away by the breeze.

It was always just him and the dull hum of the turbines echoing in in between his ears.