You stare at the road.
You see the sky. You think about the land.
You think about home. Wherever that is. Whatever that means.
You stare at the road.
You fiddle with the air conditioner.
You tap your fingers on the steering wheel.
You take a photo with your iPhone.
You think about the shoot you’re about to do.
You imagine how an industrial winery would look like.
You stare at the clock. You yawn.
You wait. You get impatient.
You go through the cameras you brought along.
You worry if your lens are wide enough.
You catch the thunder in the distance.
You see a sign.
You realise it’s another 400km to go.
You stare at the road.
