AN: this was from last year in art therapy. The teacher put a bunch of colors on the board, and we have to write an ode to a color in five minutes. I did this instead.
The gasoline pitch glistened midnight blue and silver, swirling together and splashing apart as the classic Chevy sped through. The dead fields of amber grain and endlessly living evergreens swooshed past the open windows, warm breeze knotting through reckless golden and auburn locks. No one had put the effort into a style in the first place. Minutes were precious when check out was at ten am. The teal and coral horizon they sought still laid an exuberant road trip across the country away.