Highway to Nowhere

         The sunlight draped itself over the landscape, highlighting the wisps of grass, wet with early morning dew, and outlining spider webs, drops of last night’s rain sticking to the small strands of silk. The field of wheat was split in half by a highway that led nowhere, and was traveled by very few. Mountains arose in the distance, trees planted themselves in the ground, their roots dug deep in the ground. Few clouds strayed in the sky and a herd of cows munched happily on the grass that surrounded the large wheat field, letting out the occasional moo.
         The empty highway was covered in little puddles of water. A car vroomed by and the cows startled, not used to the sound. The highway led nowhere, it just went on forever. There were no backroads, no exits. It was one direction, never ending.