Day 17 of 35

I drive into the sun to get home. I turn off the radio. I grip the steering wheel tight. My eyes are useless here, but still I open them wider, trying to remember where the asphalt narrows from two lanes to one. I am grateful that I know this road, but I am afraid someone will walk out in front of me.

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