Cruising down, the wet highway,
On a rainy, dark Monday night,
The only, few objects I can view,
Are reflections, from my headlights.
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May you always arrive home safely, Tom. This piece sits the reader right behind that steering wheel, experiencing these usual sights but with new eyes and a bit of apprehension as we read he takes his eyes off the road occasionally and that there is a drop-off at the edge of the road and he is preoccupied with thoughts of home and therein we are left with a sense of mystery, a feeling of apprehension. May you always arrive home safe and sound. Very high marks for this!
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May you always arrive home safely, Tom. This piece sits the reader right behind that steering wheel, experiencing these usual sights but with new eyes and a bit of apprehension as we read he takes his eyes off the road occasionally and that there is a drop-off at the edge of the road and he is preoccupied with thoughts of home and therein we are left with a sense of mystery, a feeling of apprehension. May you always arrive home safe and sound. Very high marks for this!