M7, driving alone. The kids are on the lake with my in-laws, husband is waiting for me back home.
I’m on the way home.
Traffic is almost zero.
I’m listening Imagine Dragons. Loud.
Approaching a truck. One lane left. Passing the truck. One lane right.
An Audi is passing me from left.
Approaching a truck again. Left. Pass. Back right.
This whole journey is a wonderful dance on the highway.
Meanwhile it’s getting dark. The sun is gold in the mirror.
Getting close. Siófok. Székesfehérvár.
The traffic is stronger and stronger.
Shortly, the evening is here.
It’s dark outside.
Only me and my thoughts.
Dancing in the traffic.
Dancing with the traffic.