<div class="floatleft">(http://aftertherain.eu/wp-content/uploads/jacob-sones-model-i1.jpg)</div>The trees seemed to skim by as one slow blur.  One shade of green blended easily into another and pines mixed with cedars mixed with Douglas firs mixed with the few deciduous trees.  It was amazing that driving this fast could actually seem slow.  He supposed it wasn’t exactly slow, but it just seemed slower.  He glanced down at the sped-o-meter confirming his suspicions.  He raised his foot off the gas allowing the truck to deccelerate on it's own.  He rolled down his window and rested his elbow on the sil, the wind felt good, cool and free on his face even as the car slowed.  He had not been home since the beginning of the semester and even before then it had been an abbreviated stint back.  He wouldn’t say he was homesick, but it would certainly be good to be able to stay longer.  He loved the woods and the wilderness back home.  Maybe he was homesick.<br/><br/>As his black pick-up truck rounded the final bend it had to, he saw the house come into view.  He knew it very well as much of his childhood had been spent running away from here with Jensen.  And speak of the devil, there he way, Jensen stood leaning against his motorcycle right on the outskirts of the large circular dirt driveway.  Jensen had left the previous night searching for… more pleasant company.  Dave didn’t really mind, it seemed that he always was out looking for<em>something</em>different.<br/><br/>David slowed the pick up and rode it around the bend of the roundabout and pulled the keys out of the ignition.  He clicked open his door and ruffled his (too short to actually make a difference) hair.  David’s timberlands hit the slightly soft dirt first sprinkling a light dust up to the bottoms of his loose jeans.  He had on a blue, red and white plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.  He kicked the door shut and walked the few steps towards Jensen.  He inclined his head and said in his slightly deeper timbered voice.  “Hey J.”