The Journey

The way stretched, seemed to be almost endless.
Now and then a gust of wind drove it aside, also postponing its arrival.

It was a lonely trail, even though there were lots of peers being headed for the same destination.
But there was no "we", no companionship, not even the slightest bit of communication between them.

The brownish grey environment rushed by, incomprehensible, a blur mocking every idea of structure and perceptibility.
No colour, no point foreboding the reality, nor even the possibility of any definite end of this mindless racing.

drip, almost inaudible - the landing.
Jennifer opened her umbrella.