night

i was awake before 8 am a couple of weeks in a row. i think i'm officially back to my old ways...

oops.

driving at night is a beautiful dance of moving lights, a kaleidoscope in white and red and amber...

an unheard symphony keeps time, each dancer turning, weaving. the car, a perfect follow, responds with exactness to his slightest whim.

a waltz of hondas and fords.