The Passenger
With work behind me and the weekend before me, I'm cruising at the speed of serene. To my right, where the mountains touch the sky, the sun melts along the line of the horizon. It spews it's remaining light at a last ditch effort to speak the story of this day.
The cockpit of my car is bathed in brilliant light. Air, electrified, exposes secrets as if in a Tolkien tale. A radiant silver wire is revealed from steering wheel to window. Serenity turns to concern as my arachnophobia flares and eyes dart from side to side.