Destination Unknown

Not to steal a line from the 'Tuscan Sun,'

but the sky above me is so purple,

it even smells purple.

Below it,

resturant signs whizz by.

We pass the gas stations with their high prices.

We head to our destination in mind,

wanting nothing more than just to get there

and breathe deeply the salty air.

Author's Note

Just wrote it, still working on it, open to suggestions