As she sat there, thinking, wondering about both past and future fused into present, she recalled the trip there. With the breeze of the wind rushing through the glass window of the car, to fall upon her face, she watched the trees and awakening things all around as they were whisked from her sight as fast as they appeared. The sun shone through the window, and bathing in its warmth, she sighed. What was to happen, what was to come? Letting her eyes close, she let herself drift deeper in thought of many things; listening to the happy swing of a band she loved too well.
Now, however, sitting where she was, the same thoughts plagued her mind. The soft breeze that came from time to time was not as strong as that earlier on, but nonetheless withheld its' coolness. As vividly as before, the sun shone up high, its' rays caressing her skin. She let herself be invigorated by the differences in the temperature, always keeping her awake. The rustle of the trees and leaves around her swayed happi