His regrets seemed illuminated by the morning sun. Never before had he felt as strong an urge to complete something. Somthing that could grow. And on his own he had yet to accomplish anything of that magnitude. Maybe leaving home wasnt the best idea, but it sure as hell wasnt the worst. Wiping the sleep from his eyes he examined this mornings surroundings, and from the back of his truck he could see he was now the only one in the parking lot. It was him and the cold pavement. He had been traveling alone for a few months now, and all of the excitement that had originally compelled him was gone. Amazingly, his cell phone was still in service, faithfully charging the the cab of the truck like always. It seemed his parents had kept their promise of payment as long as he called them and told them how he was. Not his favorite pastime but it payed a few bills. By now he hadnt accomplished much as the "renegade" his father believed him to be, and still had yet to find any reason for his prolonging college, family, and his future. He figured heading west would get him everything he'd always wanted, but by the time he had hit Tulsa he was doubtful. He did odd jobs to pay the bills but never quite found the big pay-off he has been looking for. Well, maybe today would be a bit nicer to his dreams. He climbed into the driver seat and rolled down his window. Finally, and hesitantly, he started the truck and pulled out of the lot, his yearning for home easily outweighed by his passion for the horizon. It was the morning in which he had all of his doubts about this escapade, and they were always solved by the roar of the engine...