Under The Sky So Black

Last episode, of Trigun. Drove home from Erik's place, had the Jag today, in place of my car thanks to emissions testing. Driving home, down 85, feeling the night around me.

There is a micron of difference between sixty-five and eighty-five the slight increase in the hum of the air. Switch the radio on, find something with a running beat, doesn't matter what it is. At ninty, there is a feeling of weightlessness, the air sucked out from around the shell of a car, now I am floating, feeling the scream of the air running through the lines of the frame. Ninty-five comes without effort, a car running beside me at speed, and I look over. He pulls forward, I do the same.

Swing through a lane as I take the turn at Clairmont, back off the accelerator, back down to eighty, then seventy. Traffic catches the other car, and I pass him, as he exists one before me. A wave, a thumbs up. A fun run.

Night, Speed, Chase, Dream.