Brushstroke Landscape

She looked out her tinted window as the landscape smeared like massive, elongated brush strokes. Her eyes danced to keep up with the race of earth and the mechanical. For a moment she felt a strange comfort of knowing that the nation as a whole was engaging in the exact same thing, at the exact same time. For a day, we were all engaged in unity. She reached her arrival and as she took her first step, bracing cold alerted her to reality.