Anticipation

The weekend
Is here, nothing scheduled
On purpose
Taking a drive, around
So many curves, winding
Up through the clouds, up
The deepest blue sky, mountain tops
Sky reaching pines, the boys
Singing “Country Roads”
Doughnut sugar stuck
To their cheeks
The parking lot empty, at least
I hope
We are usually the only ones
Who care to explore

Photo By: Carrie