As we drive down the road,
The mist consumes the entire car.
We become part of the scenery,
The orange trees become our personal movie.
Two friends are asleep in the back,
With the puppy laying his head on one of their laps.
My friend drives,
His eyes on the road,
While I sit here watching,
Observing every part of this show.
I am the audience of this beautiful movie,
I watch it be created as we continue on our journey.