Driving during the day fills me with anxiety and dread. During the night, however,  it comes with an intense calm. I enjoy these rides. I guess I sort of need them. Through rural back roads so pitch black that I can hardly see but 10 feet in front of me. It seems that I might as well be falling hopelessly through deep space. I can put a little more weight on my foot and hear the engine build and the small orange needle on the dashboard move up toward 60….70……80….but the surroundings are so endlessly black for hundreds of miles that I can hardly tell that I’m even moving. Theres something about that type of moment.  A hectic drive during the day doesnt offer this level of calming escape.
Where I can hardly even determine if I’m still on Earth