The afternoon autumn sun angles into my car. Roadside tree trunks strobe into my vision, and I hold my eyes open wider. Driving west away from my past I grip the steering wheel, signalling my turn into underground parking. I am who I need to be during this time before dusk, before nightfall, before the mystery of the darkest night.
Crossposted at https://joanvinallcox.substack.com/p/driving-west with a recorded reading.
