Sea of Sand

Hotels, motels, sand some sun, the road seems endless. It’s the desert, hot and dry, empty, vast. The cruise control set to 80mph and the world whizzes by. The rows of trucks on the right side of the interstate, chuck along. Slither like a smooth eel made of metal. We pass them all and as we pass they blow their horns and it feels like being on the sea, sea of sand.