Buddy L

He looked in the rearview mirror and saw headlights that seemingly appeared like phantoms and faded like wisps as they made their way down different paths. The solitary road allowed him to clear his thoughts as the wipers beat at a rhythm not unlike the melancholic songs he had heard in somewhere in South America.

Water poured all around saturating the ground, cleansing the dirt off the vehicle in a superficial manner. The gleam and glint was back, but the grime held the stain of history. Yes, the dirt was still there, just not as obvious. His vision impaired but his determination to continue was unabated by the water's resistance. He knew he had to follow what he believed to be true and find distance from the veneer that coated so many recent encounters. The water coated the highway creating a strip of sea that carried him farther from the city and deeper into the desert. Its barren space enveloped this vector.