I took a little journey around my noisy industrial hometown, taking a look at the scenery, houses, and signs. Along the quiet country road, I came across the trampled grass path to a murky lake and further along were some crops that looked like cotton but I’m sure they were just ordinary flowers since cotton only grows in the hot south. It was a hot sunny day and when I finally made it back home, my face was sweaty and my feet were sore from walking the pavement. But taking this journey around the roads of my town gave me a chance to take in the fresh air and browse through my thoughts in private, except when the occasional car interrupted them. Now I’m lying on a comfortable bed in a hotel in Wisconsin, having taken a 300 something mile journey across the Midwest heartland of America. They’re notoriously known as ‘flyover states’ but the Midwest does have a lot to look at and things to do if you happen to be taking a trip to my home state of Michigan or one of its border states. Avoid the city of Gary, Indiana though – that place either has a backed up sewer line or the the smog from the factories is leaving an odor in the air, because it stinks really bad.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Journey.”