4 – the highway

The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm, gentle light over the
coastline. It felt like I had been driving for an eternity, though the actual
distance was probably far less. As I rounded a final bend, the vast
expanse of the ocean greeted me, its waves crashing against the shore
in a rhythmic dance. Seagulls soared on the wind currents, their calls a
familiar sound of freedom. For the first time in what felt like a very long
time, a profound sense of peace settled over my soul. I was happy.
With every turn of the road, I knew there was no going back to the city. I
was leaving a lot behind, but I was gaining so much more. The rising sunwas a promise of a new day, and I had time to think about my next
steps. I passed only a few cars heading in the opposite direction as I
followed the winding coastline, with its countless turns and hidden little
bays.
The low hum of the tires on the tarmac was a constant, soothing song,
urging me forward toward an unknown but exciting future. A feeling of
pure contentment washed over me. I knew I'd have to stop soon for
breakfast and a coffee. And who knows, maybe I would find a place
along this road that I'd want to call home.
Around the next bend, as the road crested a headland, I spotted a small
diner. A weathered sign out front promised "Wonderful Hot Food, Open
24hrs." It was exactly what I needed. I slowed the car, pulling into a spot
out front, and with a series of creaks and cracks, I unfolded my weary
body from the driver's seat after hours of sitting. I took a moment to
stretch, feeling the warmth of the rising sun on my face before heading
inside.
The woman who greeted me had a warm and welcoming smile. She led
me to a small table, navigating around a few early risers who were
already digging into their breakfasts. Their plates were piled high with
what looked like delicious food—maybe not the healthiest, but definitely
filling—and steaming cups of coffee. The aroma alone was enough to
make my stomach rumble.
"Good morning, dear," she said warmly, setting down a plate piled high
with food at another table. "What can I get for you?"
"Bacon and eggs with a coffee would be wonderful," I replied with a
smile, settling into my seat.
"Sure thing, coming right up," she said, shuffling off toward the kitchen. I
could see a gentle red glow and hear the chef humming as he worked. I
thought to myself that I could definitely get used to this. In my past life, I
would have been battling morning traffic and fumes, bracing myself for
the long climb to my "shackle of a desk and computer screen." But now,
I was simply looking at an aged wooden table with a few carvings in it,the earliest one reading "Joe and Mary were here 1982." Who knows
what stories this place held?
It seemed like no time had passed before she was back, placing a plate
stuffed to the brim with bacon, toast, and eggs in front of me. Her name,
I would later find out, was Nikki.
"Thank you," I said, as she set down a huge cup of dark, black coffee
that smelled absolutely divine.
#theturn