Excerpt: Grandfather's Grave

Twenty-four years old and moving home. Even knowing that she wasn't the only person having to make such a switch at this point in her life wasn't as comforting as she wanted it to be. College had come and gone like a flash. She rolled down the window a crack, despite the chill in the air. Something had to circulate in that vehicle besides her own tired emotions.
The speed limit rose and the trees started to fly by to the beat of a strained alternative tune that she'd heard at least a dozen times in the past few days, but couldn't be tired of because it was strangely sad, alluringly sweet, and yearning for some sort of resolution. Some songs were seemingly written for long straight roads, and grand, open fields with skylines racing by, but others must have found their conception in a mind running down twisty roads, with curves and hills continually pulling the eyes along with no promise of clarity in the near future. Trees standing out starkly and unexpectedly, branches pointing away from their trunks, proclaimed that the way was somewhere, but not here - it could only be sought further down the road at a later date. She would keep driving.