I wake up everyday at 4:00am to get ready to go to work. Its a 15 minute drive to the railway station and its a routine drive. Although this morning the road reminded me of my life. I am be no means poetic and maybe someone can take my thoughts and craft them elegantly.
The road was dark and quiet, the headlights pierced the gloom of the night. The thick fog bank seemed so much like the barriers we place around ourselves each day, so that we see only what we want, and only allow a little of us to be exposed. The street lights, the few and far between, reminded me of people who have come in my life, if only briefly, and then either I or them moved on. The intersections were akin to decisions we make, we can see the decision before us, but with no light to shine in that direction we have no idea what lay ahead only that we have to choose to proceed. We hope that we choose wisely, sometimes we don’t. Looking out the rearview mirror, our past stretches behind us and is quickly clouded over in time.
Anyway, that’s all I have.
I was listening to this at the time.