She misses the mountains so she waved goodbye to the city and the spirit of the city waved back.
In her bag she packed her wool jacket and pinstriped pajamas, her cutlery and tin pans are stowed at the back of the old beaten beetle car. She is ready to go off, away from the city, from its bustling noise and steaming heat.
She looked back and behind the pines, the land inhaled and exhaled. From a lump of soil, a bulk of land shoots above to the sky. The houses and cars oblivious from where they stand. A former mountain spirit, bulldozed to pulps now stands proudly waving back to the girl driving away.
The girl waved backed and drove on and on, to the land of critters and greens and soil.