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