Driving the night shift is like floating along a river of lights. Rivers that flow in opposing currents. Melding and merging with each other in different deltas to spill off into tiny tributaries.

Red white and amber flows through the silken, starry night. The velvet Tapestry of darkness rendered by bright focused light. Creating shadows and shades of their own. Light that seems to hide far more than it illuminates.

I ride the river of lights, night after night. Traveling through a shaded geography of eddy’s and undertows. Slowly making my way from one coast to the other. Trying desperately not to fight the currents too much.