Driving in the Moonlight

Driving by moonlight.  The clearness of the air, the blank blackness of the space between lights.  The desolate beauty of the landscape inverted to another perspective.  When you can almost see the land sleeping, the flowers faces illuminated like the pale glow of angels.  The darkness calming and soothing the stress of the day.  Magnifying the space of your mind, while shrinking the world around you.  Creating a focus that is lost in the sun.  

For when the Moon is atop the sky, a singular focus can only be found.  The allure of it's craters, the diffraction of it's light. Your eyes treated to wonderful dance between her and her partner.  A tragic waltz that allows her escort only a glimpse as she retreats.  The stars, all-knowing, twinkle with the understanding of millennia.  Like loving parents that understand the heart of their children, knowing their love was never meant to be. 

And like an arrow of light piercing the void, the car throttles ahead. Lighting the journey only one second at a time.  The momentum of the machine creating moments of time.  Your body an extension of machine, allowing you to glide across the road.  Like Zeno's paradox, each moment a new state of being. Causing you to forget the destination, and revel in the feeling of the moment.  As your speed increases, the world disintegrates into particles, the energy being received through every sense.  The moonlight providing the phosphorescent backdrop exposing that wondrous phenomena.  

The energy, the drive only lasting those precious moments.  Then the silence. The destination is reached.   And as you exit the portal of your time-machine, the world returns to your head. Your mind awaiting the next journey into nothingness.