The Runway

This. Is my Road. Grey, straight, unwavering, tough, and tapering towards the horizon.
This is where it all starts. Where the wheels are going to strike a spark, scraping against the toughened tar. This is where my journey begins.
I can see the beginning. But there is no Finish Line. Because even the tapering end I see, is my point of start. This is the road that prepares me for my flight. This. is my Runway. And right now, my arms are stretched and my wheels are burning, and there’s no turning back. There’s nothing on my mind but the end of the horizon. There’s nothing in my eyes, but the yellow line along the centre of this road that leads to it. And in minutes, I’ll be soaring into another realm, where the land is blue and the ocean is white.

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