Preternatural without Ghosts

Posted on February 1, 2006 in Driving

Santiago Canyon, en route to a meeting. Darkness at six. Preternatural without ghosts. I’m heading towards my Tuesday night support group, that place of secrets. Two red eyes stare back at me out of the frame of a pickup truck. I encroach. The truck is painted metallic aqua blue. The driver goes the speed limit and nothing more. When we get to the broken yellow lines, she swerves to the left, blocking me.

I pass her anyways. In my rear view mirror, I see her left light is out.

Further along, I come up behind another pickup truck. The driver favors a slightly darker aqua blue. A passing lane as we surmount a hill. He moves to the right. I boom by on the left. In my rear view mirror, I see his right light is out.

This is a true story. I find no symbols in it. Just the feeling of speed and darkness. Life in a hurry because I’m late for my group. Existence that doesn’t need to be anywhere at any given moment except where it is.