More than Halfway Home

A black crow walked the berm along the highway and pecked at something on the ground, barely lifting its head as our car raced by.

A long-lost cassette tape played on the stereo: U2, The Zombies. Trudy smiled from ear to ear, her head nodding to the music.

The setting sun threw its final rays over the fields. The tops of the trees glowed in a golden-reddish light. The clouds in the western sky were pink against an evening blue.

We were a little more than halfway home.

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driving home to Austin from a weekend in Dickinson, Texas

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