It's a pit stop, a place to get gas on I-64, a hilltop station with rocking chairs on a little front porch that provides this view as respite for white-line fever.
Well, almost this view. To snap this shot I walked down the road a few feet while filling up the van. But still, this is more or less what you would see if you had a few minutes to while away.
I paused only long enough to take this picture. An impatient driver, I allow myself no more than 10 minutes at a stop — and I don't spend them sitting!
This photo reminds me of the journey not the destination. It reminds me of all the places in between.