February 7, 2003
I was travelling from the town I go to school in to the town I used to live. A very bumpy road. An old car with bad suspension. A windshield full of midwinter slush and debris. A departure that coincided with the sun being in my eyes the whole couple hours of travel. Debris refracting the glaring sun. I bent my elbow to drink some hot cider and at this moment, hit an unseen bump and spilled all over myself while at the same time, a truck decided to pass near a curve. Heavy concentration made me tired. Insight; weary.