UNTO DUST
The hum of the road joined in with the country melody as if it was the missing instrument in the ensemble. I smiled as I listened and watched the outside temperature climb on the dashboard thermometer. It was only 8.00am and it was already 40 degrees outside. Behind us, our surfboards hung out of the bed of the truck. A long way in front of us, white painted lines were converging on the horizon at a point that seemed to push endlessly forward,
