Driving Lesson #3852

Look in the mirror at the Great Feather of Woolston glinting in the distance;
Drive fast enough to feel the wind in your hair, strands swirling out the open window;
Turn left at the silver garage doors that are shimmering in the heat with crazy miraged motion;
Stop at the red traffic light and watch the seeds dancing, the fairies fluttering;
Drive over the shadows of trees;
Reverse around the corner where all the petals have fallen;
Pull down the shade, as the sun, the sun is glowing, perhaps a little too brightly.