Melancholy

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I sit here in thought. Waiting to take another sip from my warm cup of tea. I sit reviewing and reflecting on my day.

I was driving on the 417 today. Left lane, as usual thinking I can get somewhere quicker if I drive faster than those around me. Well today was a different day. One moment I’m driving, then in another I’m braking. Realizing quickly that the ABS was stubbornly informing me that traction was nowhere to be found. Two options, rear-end the truck in front of me or find another way out. So after a quick shoulder check I decided to abandon the left lane and try my luck surviving in the right lane.

You wouldn’t know it, but a lot can happen in 30 seconds.

Panic stabbed me. I brushed it aside and regained control. Spinning the tires from left to right, gently pulsing the breaks so as not to lock the tires, while trying to realign my rear-end. Split second later, the rear gave out and I was swerving across two snowy lanes of the highway. Moments of compensating maneuvers later, my attempts at regaining control were met with a stern refusal.

Somehow losing control and watching the world spin was, perhaps in a weird way, liberating.