Nature Writing essay

My Road

I know of this one road. A road made of dirt that’s only purpose is served once a year. I used to run down this road for conditioning. It extends only one mile, beginning at my house and ending at the four-lane. In Louisiana, we use the word “four-lane” instead of “highway” because, until recently, people were not used to seeing more than one lane of a road traveling the same direction. It is one of those idiosyncrasies that you only notice once you move away. This road that I exercised on bisects two busy streets, but no one knows about it or else has no sense to use it. On both sides of the road sugarcane grows tall. The sugarcane reaches so far back and extends so far ahead that it seems to engulf you on all four sides. I used to run down this road to escape, I thought, from the symmetrical normality of my life.
Sometimes little creatures would scurry from one field of cane to the other, crossing the open road in front of me as I jogged. Most of them were...