Drive

I drove last night. Doesn't matter where, how long or even why. It wasn't the journey. Certainly not the destination. It was experience. To see the shadows. Witness to the the dancing lights and creatures of darkness. The snow began to fall and I saw a sign: "stop" And I did. I Stepped out on the lonely midnight road. Crunched in the fresh cold. I held out my hand made out the snowflakes falling and melting in my warm palm. It was surreal to think that something so warm would destroy something so beautiful. The snow continued to fall and I peered at the dots in the distance. Porchlights. Beacons of life. Pinpricks of headlights. I turned to switch off the truck, its hum far too loud. In the noiseless void that followed I waited. I heard the heartbeat of eternity in the dark hour. For once in my life, I listened.