Into The Mountains
Tom had plotted a route through a mountainous road. He would have to drive for a few hours, but he didn’t mind. It was one of his best friends after all. The trees creaked in the wind as he drove deeper into the mountains.
Tom could smell the pine needles in the air as he drove with his window open. He loved the cold air rushing past him as he picked up speed. Tom was in heaven, but just as he started getting lost in the moment, he noticed something.