Day 2339, other road.

Daily picture, Poetry
The dark road had a warning sign standing on the right side that I couldn't see. 
Fog was still there to disturb the light of the sun.

The road I took was good but not like the one I drive on now and feel.
Crushed rocks make you slow down and realize the old roads pleasant feel.

I open my mind and roll down the window.
The fog smells clear further down the road where the darkness is still.

I see a subtle bend in the distance.