I-95 N.
Leaving work early.
Traffic has slowed to crawl at the notorious rush hour bottleneck at Exit 8 in Stamford, 10 minutes from home. There’s a towering billboard overhead shouting: Think Train. (Or something like it. Let’s not let facts get in the way of a good story.)
My Speed: < 5 mph and slowing. Red tail lights flashing and aglow in all directions on six lanes.
There was unusual calm in this moment on the asphalt.
And then ––
There’s the unmistakeable crush of metal on metal…
I snap my head up to see an oncoming car bearing down on me in the rear view mirror.
Everything moves in hyper slow motion now…
I brace for impact. Continue reading “It’s been a long day”
