Sunset on commute scene

 

Last Thursday night just after 6pm, I rear-ended a red Jetta with my blue Cabrio. We made a big mess. Car on car action. Bad. My blue Cabrio is now dead. My only personal space, the only place for silence, contemplation and being alone that I have is gone. Someone clipped my wings. I was flying too close to the sun? Felt more like I was flying through the trees, the roots at my knees.*

This is the last Scene from a Commute. I now leave FX at 6am
and return at 7:30pm,

thereby never seeing the sun.
This is due to catching rides to work and back. No coverage

on the car, supposed insurance rates skyrocketing.

This plane has been grounded.

*Gibby Haynes