A Stretch of Road

The smoothness of the surface reminds you of ice, thin ice. But thin ice that is solid and sure. You can see down into the depths of this ice, or at least past the ice into whatever it is underneath. Yet, what is underneath is so undefined. Or at least undefined in the visual sense. The underneathness is more a smoothness or a thick slime yet without the negative connotation slime might evoke. It's completely and utterly beautiful, the slime that is, so much so you wonder if its beauty is truly its beauty or only an impression, that once gone will leave you more desolate than, well, I guess before you saw the slime.

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