Yellow

It was one of those trailers that hooked to the back of a truck and had a little yellow holding area, barely big enough for a human. There was a guy sitting inside it. He was alone in the open air. He was reading a book.

It was a large book. He had been reading it from Ohio and now they were almost to California.

The book was about a boy who traveled some country and wrote down all the beautiful things he saw. It was a very descriptive book, so the man liked it. He saw vast landscapes in his head.

Sometimes the driver would look out the rear view mirror to check on the man and he never saw him look up from the book. The driver would grunt. Good for him. He's back there relaxing and having fun.

So he turned around and focused his vision on the rolling hills and large plains in front of him.