This Week's Highlight
Variations in Darkness
We travel the two-lane road for the first time tonight. You drive. Too tired to sit upright, I recline in the seat beside you.
“It’s as black as pitch,” you say. I know you mean the night. The words are automatic, spilling from your lips without thought as you look across the moonless, starless sky.
Maybe it’s true, about the blackness. I can’t tell because I have closed my eyes. I know I won’t sleep, but all the miles of looking at this road have exhausted me. Instead of looking I imagine the landscape.
