I see this road differently in the dark The freshly painted white lines glowing Each traffic light blurring as I zoom past Does everything move faster at night? Fifty-five feels like eighty-five now and I, an avoider of adventure, could drive on forever if each stretch was like this one. No one is out-- or so it seems, until the next light turns red and a sea of bright headlights finally catches up. I wasn't flying; I was out of my comfort zone, out of the house, and on the road. If only every road mimicked this one, at this time, stayed dark forever, I might get out more.
I hope you enjoy this short little piece! I’m writing this as I got back from a friend’s house on a late (for my early bird self) night drive home– there’s something special about a quiet, late night drive. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
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