'No one's going to die here' is what i told myself driving back to the house,   looking out but feeling down. This road keeps the same pace all the time, in a   line, it never winds! It runs across seventy miles of wheat fields and big   combines. Spinning machines work restlessly pruning stocks of crop and eating   up frightened field mice. I thought to myself, 'I should not be driving in this   sort of emotional state,' but that thought itself had arrived a little too late   and so instead i shut everyone out to get us home - i was a wreck avoiding a   wreck involving the road.