we had something in common, then again we didn't.

Rolling hills and a sprawling town ago, there I was. Under a day blue sky whitened by white clouds I sat in a meadow. I'd never looked so at peace, I thought.
It was just an image as we drove on, something that stuck then stayed...

Passing by in memory, I looked like I hadn't recently. The town itself, population 2000, was smaller then I concider myself. The trees, green, were colored the color of my eyes, so we had that, but still.

Was it the rusted trucks or rusted houses? The brown-red buildings standing out in the green-blue blur we sped past?

It lingered there, the image of myself, as we drove past, forth, to nowhere...

Now looking back at rolling hills and two towns ago,the small, peaceful town seemed foreign. I wasn't anything like Carlin and I don't much care for Nevada.