I'm in a car with my family.

It's a sunny day, and trees are around us.

We're ... in the suburbs,

or someplace in the country

or out of the way.

The ground is starkly yellow.

The road divides into two,

with one at a higher elevation.

There is greenery in between

the split thoroughfares.

I want to go down one particular half.

I get nervous when my father,

who's driving, doesn't do so.

As we move closer to the fork,

my view becomes warped

and dread overcomes me.