windmills

the sun set the drive was long after working hours beyond and i drove the path covered with dirty snow streets glistening from the melting yet cruchy like ceral spawled on the kitchen floor, sand on asphalt fog coming down and the city dark woke before me the solitary windmill seen from the highway, but then more and more and more reminding me of the decent or the rise the hills of sanbernadino valley, and the awe of mankind, protect or destroy? at least it is a try though the fog i drive and wonder if i will ever see them again.