Oh no!! This hurts … “I see her clear the divider with a foot to spare…and can’t bear to watch any longer to see if she cleared oncoming traffic heading North.”
Monday. 5:55 a.m. I-95 S in morning drive to work. I was moving too fast to snap a shot so you’re stuck with that photo of I-95, but it’s North-bound, mid-afternoon, in bumper to bumper traffic several weeks earlier.
Back to Monday morning, and this commuter’s meditation. The hum of tire rotation on pavement. A/C chilling the cabin. Instrumental music from Iceland’s greatest export, Ólafur Arnalds.
12 minutes from the office.
Pre-rush hour traffic flowing smoothly. 75 mph, and ~4 car lengths behind the car in front. I shift in seat, unable to find sweet spot to ease the lower back pain. It could be worse. Tune ends, playlist skips to next Arnalds’ track. Rob Roberge: “Words can intrude when the body wants to take over. Lyrics make you think—music helps you just feel.”
Then…tail lights from car in front flicker once. Then twice. Then…
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