The Lines on the Road

Headlights shone on the road in front of us, the power of their light dimming into darkness within a few yards. The road beneath us was freshly paved and black. To our left the yellow line stretched bold and bright and sunny. To our right the fresh, stark white line followed the curve of the road, fresh and unmarred.
A black skid mark scarred the pureness of the fresh white paint. Soon more marks of use further mar the complete whiteness. The yellow line fades gradually, the color still strong, but the brightness gone.
Now the white line is covered in nicks and tire skids, in a few places disappears all together. The yellow continues to fade, its original color fading to a dull straw shade.
A few men labor silently, breaking the road. They pour fresh asphalt, and repaint the lines, pure white and shining yellow.

The sun shines on the road before us, the road beneath us freshly paved and black. To our left, the yellow line stretches ahead, seeming to absorb the sun's warmth. To our right, the clean white line follow the curve of the road.


(its not supposed to make sense.)