Lonely Road

Somewhere along I-5 between San Francisco and Los Angeles, the fear of running out of gas took over me. There was absolutely nothing in sight except for rolling hills and power lines, and it felt like I hadn't seen a road sign in hours. As the sun lowered on the horizon, a single, solitary building appeared, offering me a brief respite from the monotonous drive, some gas and the chance to watch the sky burn. And it was glorious!