Working a second shift job that’s half an hour away from my house has me doing a lot of driving well after sunset. I’ve always liked riding after dark; I don’t particularly like driving after dark, though. But last night I discovered a new form of contentment/happiness: driving on a country road, good country music on the radio, a Mello Yello in my cup holder and hot fries in my hand, my headlights reflecting off a sign saying I’m ten miles from home; knowing the job I left was a job well done. 

A crisp wind and a starry sky would have fit well into the scene, but unfortunately the only wind last night was bitterly cold accompanied by a rather dreary cloud cover. Everything else was perfect. Simple, ordinary and completely reproducible. . .but perfect.

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