"Oh, I see," he says, again before he looks back down at the half eaten cookie in my hand. His eyes linger on my hand for a long a while before he finally decides to look the other way.
Then we sit inside of the parked car, quietly watching the snowfall down on to the middle of the road. Cyrus looks very thoughtful and I’m just sitting here trying my best to imagine Cyrus inside of the kitchen baking.
A few movements passes by, before I decided to place my focus elsewhere. So, I turn to look back out of the window.
It’s so quiet right here and peaceful. It feels like were in the middle of the forest instead of us actually being in the middle of a supposed to be state-way. To be quite, honest it’s strange. We haven’t passed at least one single car or any other sign of life. It’s like the
