“Your job must be so lonely.”
He had never looked at it that way. Yes, sometimes entire days would pass when he would simply acknowledge other drivers with a nod or a wave and only exchange pleasantries with staff at the rest stops.
Some days he said nothing at all, and would then be surprised at the dryness of his voice the next time he spoke.
But lonely? Not when he would pull over in the darkest of rest stops, climb out of his truck and lie on his back on the tarmac, his gaze filled with billions of stars.
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