We’re diving straight into the hills. All I see is taillights ahead of me on this one way highway. To my left, across and over a ravine, the headlights are stalled. the ambulance already left, the tow truck is just taking its time. Pieces of what used to be a vehicle litter the highway. The tow man has a long night ahead of him. In the ravine, a small house is nestled behind a tangle of trees and dried out shrubs. I don’t know who lives there. But I wonder how many accidents they see. How many lost souls linger with them there in that ravine, caught between two directions. It must be lonely. I don’t know why my mood is so dark tonight. The moon seems to be under the same stipulation. I almost forgot she was out tonight; she’s hiding her visible half behind a veil of dark clouds. I think it will rain soon. Its hot outside. I hope it rains, I want to see the ground steam.