Parallel to the hills

Parallel to the hills roads run ever distant in furrowed ruts converging into later afternoons in a segmented band of colours refracted from the sun into the asphalt. Whether they reach forever, always converging to a point as she gains ground, is irrelevant, their closure at every moment is a claim to infinity, she perceives continuous distance that as it creeps further away from her, claims her future with its pointless exploration, at some points the road closes down, the perspective grows lopsided and she follows through serpentine high walled corridors that claim space not through distance and division but by coverage, claiming every spot in a surface by wrapping into a continuous mess of fluid turns where the uncertainty of direction and extent rivals the ubiquitous straight line. She pauses intermittently.