On quiet Andrews Lane outside the city, the smell of gasoline fills the air. Traffic is light, one or two cars going by every few minutes. Yet, a gas station fills a gap between the forests. Buisiness is light, but steady. A fair amount of cars pull into the station each day, needing a refill or cleaning. A diner is attached, helping to bring in customers who might not have stopped there. The quiet surrounding is calming, good for the people who have to drive to and back from the city for work, no rush to get through quickly. As the sun sets, the attendant checks the pumps as the station prepares to close. A couple cars stop in last minute, and go on their way. The quiet lane has gown even quieter as people prepare for bed. Everyone goes home after a long day, not knowing their easy going way of life world someday fade away.
I like your closing line--so true. I wonder what it would be like to live in a time like this. Simpler, I suppose. Less chaotic perhaps.
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