I love that moment when I drive under a bridge in the rain and just for a moment – the tiniest fraction of time – there is peace from the storm. It is a moment of light, in a darkened room. It comes and goes like a ghost passing through a wall. A shadow.
I love that moment when I reach the middle of a tunnel and for a whole heartbeat, the rest of the world is lost to me. The radio stops. Cellphone loses reception. Silence. Peace. And then it is gone.
I love that moment when I am driving at night and my headlights meet those of another car. For the briefest of moments, we share a space. A light. Together we illuminate the darknight. Two people who have never met, sharing a light in the dark. There is beauty in that.