The end of day

Amid the confusion of the day, I stopped trying to fight the promptings of a calendar, and let the final task of day take me on a journey down US 19 I found broad, four-lane pathway cut between the furrowed pastureland, until the sun had died over toward Columbus. I found relaxation wishing for peace in the growing darkness, following the last business of the day. Coming home, retracing my steps, the purebred not that long that I could not enjoy the ride through the farmland bathed in moonlight.