It was a beautiful sight.
The flickering lights playing a game of tag with the sensuous dancing shadows.
He watched in silence.
A thin smile fluttered on his lips as he remembered a phrase he’d read so long ago…
“May the bridges I burn behind me light the way ahead.”
Well, this one was burning pretty brightly now. He nonchalantly threw the empty matchbox over his shoulder and turned to face the open road. He wasn’t sure where he was going. Frankly, he didn’t care. All he knew for sure was there was no turning back.