At nine-thirty in the morning, Highway 87 was quiet and bright. The rush hour had just passed, and the people hurriedly commuting to work had already entered the city. The golden tall grass on both sides of the highway didn't need to bow continuously under the car-induced wind, and it was a rare chance for them to straighten their slender waists. The orange-red extended sedan was moving leisurely on one side of the road, like a warm dewdrop flowing from within the golden field.
"Really beautiful." admired the Rainbow Winged Lord.
He turned the knob to turn off the music in the car, rested an arm on the lowered car window, and enjoyed the refreshing end-of-year scenery. The resilient wild plants outside still retained the abundance of late autumn, and the endless wild grass would continue to grow energetically until the first snowfall made them wither into the pure white earth.
