again, as always, we drive down this dead end road

it leads to someplace beautiful

so we stop and gaze out the window

at all the what-ifs & what-might-have-beens

that drift upon the air

like long forgotten scent

like a throwback of something that never happened

or maybe just hasn't happened yet

we sit & take in the view

then turn around & rejoin

the twisty & misty road to the horizon