The starbursts crowded my vision as the road swept into oblivion below my tires. Blinking only soothed my tired eyes for a short time, the quick double beat of yellow dashes. Rubbing only cleared them for the length of four. No matter, the distorted view returned with a vengeance, angry that I would attempt to thwart it.
And still I journeyed to the horizon.
Ghosts of light and metal, Doppler enchanted flashes, harassed my progress, drifting across my periphery and angling to keep me from my prize. White knuckled, I stayed true to my course. The spirits held no power over me as long as my nerves held. Sensing my resolve their efforts increased.
And still I journeyed to the horizon, the rising sun.
The road, my sole constant companion, betrayed me with twists and turns that hid my destination from me. Filled with uncertainty, doubting my path, I fought against the inclination to slow. The lines tightened around me. I couldn’t breathe. My heart beat out of control, faster than than thumping creases of my trail.
And still I journeyed to the horizon, the rising sun, the day about to unfold.
The blacktop blurred together with the starbursts and ghosts and my vision failed.
I slipped loose in a realm of structure and conformity.
I stopped fighting.
The fire crested the edge of the world and I felt its intensity behind my closed eyes. The road had twisted again. The ghosts had vanished. My sight returned. I opened my lids to witness the glory of the coming adventure.
And still I journeyed.