The drive was long, boring, and monotonous. We drove through northeast Texas. It was livid with huge trees, dull from the winter's duration. Pale sunshine streamed down through them, and poured onto the road in chinks. Cow pastures galore, and old wood farmhouses with rusting tin roofs.
We passed by the pastures whose grasses had all died by now. The farther we went into Oklahoma, the more open fields and oil derricks we passed. The ground was a flat, rolling plain. The sky was an endless pale blue above us. Occasionally you'd run into a patch of woods, but asides that, it was endless gray.
We got lost when we made a wrong turn. I was irritable, and frustrated. I was seriously annoyed when we got lost. I nearly had an all out temper tantrum, and my fits are none too pleasant.
I counted the times we had to pull over to look over the map, how many times we stopped at those gas stations, how many cars passed us, because they were going a whole heck of a lot faster than me.
I snapped at Norma and Wilbur, then apologized profusely. I knew they understood why, but I felt awful. It seemed as though we would never get there. We stumbled upon the town at midnight. We got a hotel in nearby Tulsa. We would wait until the morning to do any further research.
That night I didn't sleep well. I instead went out and stood at the railing that bordered the elevated walkway. I watched as the moon began to fade away, as the sky turned from a velvety black, to a deep blue, to a dark lavender, to a fuschia. The stars began to fade, and weak pink rays began to peak up from the ground off the horizon. I stood there and watched the whole sky turn a bright pink, and a deep red sun begin to wake up. I watched the day rising before me.
I decided I needed a shower, and went to wash up.