Some pictures from a drive home.
This drive is one I've done so often that now sometimes it seems I get from point A to point B completely on autopilot. The realization usually hits me halfway between snap curses at the cars attempting to park where we merge towards the freeway and twenty minutes out from ignition. To counter the wavelike feeling of a lazy nausea I gently finger up the volume on the radio and localize on the best snippets over the air that I can dance to. Well, it's more of a seated dance, really.
