Scene: I've been on the highway for an hour, driving in a direction I've never been, with no destination in mind. I just needed to get away and think. As I am belting out "Hello, Dolly", I look down, and realize that if I choose to keep going, I need to find a town with a gas station. A couple minutes later, I see a grain elevator, the ultimate sign of community in Saskatchewan, and pull off the highway. I find the town hotel/bar, park, and walk in.
Bartender: Sorry ma'am, we're not serving and the offsale is closing soon too. It's Sunday night.
Me: No problem, I was just wondering if there was somewhere in this town to get gas at this time of night.
Bartender: Everyone except us closes by 10pm.
Me: I figured so. It's the small town way. Guess I'll just have to suck it up and drive back to the city.
Bartender: That's one hell of a sunburn you got there.
Bartender: So what are you running away from?
Me: Oh fuck, who the hell knows anymore.
I got back into the car, wondering why I was on the lamb. Where was I going? Where was I trying to get to? What was bothering me so much that I was about to just leave everything, for a highway I'd never been on?
I have no idea.
I chose to head home. I'm glad that I did. I learned tonight, that I don't have to leave the province to think, I just need to do some drivin', some singin', and let myself have it. After that, I'll keep on truckin'.