How Far Would You Go?
It is six thirty in the Monday's morning, the main highway is empty as if the people of New York are still sleeping and I am driving in my mini green personal car to a federally designated road less area in the west of Pennsylvania which need about two hours from my house in New York. While I am listening to a soft warm, feminine voice of a meteorologist spreading out from the radio in my car as a sleep's gas, which is mixed with the roar of the car's engine, I start to remember what Ms. Tyrone Tierwater said on the phone yesterday about himself, his daughter, his wife, and how they plan to cut the road in front of the Forest Serves Types' heavy machine operators. After two hours of continuous driving, I am finally in the middle of the forest, nothing here except for birds, trees and other hidden animals that its looks are so sharp to the level that I can feel their presence without Ability to see them with the ...