Good company

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The highway blew by us, mountains rising into the heavily clouded sky surrounded by looming rows of trees. There was only a ten feet tall wall separating us from the old land ruled by nature herself. The walls grey stones were worn and displayed the rough and vivacious climate of this place we found ourselves in; a thin line keeping the forceful hand of nature to take back what's hers.
The stones were tainted with the dirt of the millions of cars exhaust, but nature was fighting back. She reached out her fingers to drop her own green healing poison down the grey bricks, painting it with poison ivy to fight for the territory. The color bled into the grey in an odd way that had a dangerous ring to it. It was the only visible Color to be seen through the fogged windows of the car, with everything else being grey on grey.
Snow laid on the mountains, adding a chill to the gloomy picture and creating a contrast to the night daring to fall upon us.
The air was cold; eating away at everything that didn't have the safety and comforting heat of a hide out- or a car, in our case.
But it wasn't only the warmth of the cars heater or the clothes on our bodies that wrapped us into a cover of tingling content.
It was the rumble shaking us slightly with every roughness on the old street the car drove over.
It was the silent hum of music in the background and it was the bubbling sound of laughter vibrating through the think air in our car when someone cracked a joke.
It was the smiles on our faces that distracted from the outside world, and the low voice of our driver who never laughed but also never missed to make the best comments.
It was the fact that we weren't alone, and that we trusted each other.
It was the fact that in this moment, everything felt alright, even though nothing was. We felt like we were driving towards a bright future. We felt like nothing could stop us.
That feeling gave us strength, and not even an accidental glance out of the window could do more to me than to strengthen my smile into one of determination.

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