Writing Prompt, July 25: By the Road

"For many years Henry Kitteridge was a pharmacist in the next town over, driving every morning on snowy roads, or rainy roads, or summer-time roads, when the wild raspberries shot their new growth in brambles along the last section of town before he turned off to where the wider road led to the pharmacy."

(opening sentence of the novel Olive Kitteridge)

Write about a familiar road in summer.