Driving South in December

Driving south along the Eastern seaboard as I type this. It's not quite wintertime, but all the leaves have fallen and there all these naked trees along the roadside. And each one is surrounded in fog. And within the fog bounces around the highway lights. The clinical, almost impossibly white street lights.

I am totally mesmerized. ...Which probably speaks to the fact that I had a few glasses of wine five hours ago. But anyway, I keep staring at these skeletons clawing upward, and I can't help but feel some strange sense of humanity.

Is that weird?