a hard week

I hadn’t seen any rain for over an hour but the roads were wet on highway 67 as I left Plainfield for home, for the weekend. The sun slanted long rays from the west painting a transparent red wash over everything, suffusing the humidity and sparkling in the spray that came off of the vehicles around me. I needed my windshield wipers to deal with that, particularly when a big pickup truck or SUV would muscle by. We were all like single celled organisms rushing together down some excretory tract in response to an enema, trying to beat each other out. It was darkish in the steamy forest after I left the fast track amoebas behind. The stress came off of me then like mist off the pavement. I’d just put in a 14 hour day to cap off a particularly hellish week.