The Answer Is Three

The Answer Is Three

Loni let go. She relaxed back into the seat and let her car follow the curves of the road. It took each turn with a growl, pleased to be able to power through and race towards the next. 

The valleys and mountains, green in their spring wakening, sat uncaring but welcoming all the same. Rocks, trees, birds, water falls, bushes, and earth fall zipped past. Yet Loni saw them all.

She entered the flow, her zen state, wherein she could let her body and the car just react while her mind took in the beauty of the moment. It was something she could never share with another. Something that she could never enter if she weren’t driving.

The adrenaline of the drive was key. It kept Loni on an edge, teasing failure as the tires did when she edged too far into the other lane on a sharp turn. Cliffs dropped away to the river below but she was on to the next turn without a second thought.

It being late April the car knew Loni’s destination without asking. She sought the junction of two valleys and the confluence of their rivers. The snow on the upper peaks still hadn’t melted so the water would be low, the rocks dry and washed out across the entirety of the area. Their existence spoke to the power that was waking and ready to rage.

Loni’s goal was the bridge. She just wanted to make the bridge as fast as possible. Then she could stop.


Today’s art is courtesy of Sahev Dave from Mumbai, India.

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