On the Road

There once was a road and the road ran winding over hill and dale, it went through woods and fields and wound its way ever so far. Farther than the eye could see, even after traveling on the road for days, it seemed like it would never end. One wondered whether one would come to where one started on the road. “Perhaps the road goes around the planet”, someone said.
“What’s a planet?”, people asked.
“It’s what we’re standing on,” said another.
“We’re standing on dirt”, said someone else.
“What are you silly things talking about,” said a woman with dark hair, and a long dress covered with a multitude of colorful swirls.
“We live on a big ball of dirt, rocks, and other stuff.” She waved her extended arms and hands around, gesturing to the grass, the trees, and the clouds. “Everything is on the big ball or planet.”
“Yeah?”, a voice said.
“Yeah”, she said. “And the ball is floating in space.”
Blank looks appeared on many faces.
“Space, you know space,” she said. “At night, when you see the stars. They are in space. The stars are like our sun. You know the big, hot, bright thing in the sky. It just floating out there, and so is this ball of dirt. So there,” the dark haired woman said.
“Just floating? Is it?” said the doubter, “how’s that possible? We never see anything floating around.” “Well, it’s complicated,” said she.
“I know,” a little girl said, “its invisible magic.”
“It’s not magic, it’s science,” said the skinny boy with glasses.
“Yes, science magic,” the little girl responded.
“Alright, whatever,” replied the boy. “But you should know how the magic works,” said the boy and his glasses reflected the sunlight into the girl’s eyes, and she put her hand up to shield them.
“I know. Your glasses are hurting my eyes,” the girl said, wincing.
“Sorry,” said the boy, as he took off his glasses. He didn’t like to wear them, because when he moved his eyes to look at things, the frame was in the way, and by the time he moved his head, whatever it was he wanted to see, had already moved, or changed somehow and was no longer what it was.
“Can you explain how the science magic works? ” the boy said, blinking because his eyes had to adjust to seeing without glasses.
“Do I have to,” said the girl. She knew she could everything, but it took so much time, focus and concentration that it wore her out.
“I’m getting back on the road because that’s where we need to be. We need to get back on the road. If we’re going to finish exploring this road, we need to get moving,” said the conductor.
“Why do they call you a conductor,” the girl said.
“Because he conducts himself well,” said the boy, smiling. The eyes of the conductor narrowed.
“I’m getting back on bus, train, plane, boat, or whatever it is we are traveling on,” said the dark haired woman.
“It’s a combination of all,” said the girl.
“And so it is,” said the dark-haired woman as she climbed aboard.
“Is there room enough for all of us,” said a big lady?
“We all got off, we can get back on,” conductor said, annoyed and confused with such a ridiculous question, And so they did climb abroad one by one, some waiting while others walked up the steps. The massive conveyance swayed and rocked slightly when the big woman stepped on.