The Road Home

I'm travelling last night down a four lane road that used to be two lanes when I drove it to my old school, and I'm thinking. I'm missing seeing the Booglet tonight. She's already snuggled down in her little girl blankies for the night, sleeping with a peace her father can no longer hope for. I'll miss her tomorrow night, and then I'm going out of town.

I'm thinking all this while driving down this asphalt runway. And I think, I remember more trees and less cars.

This is progress?