5 am
The streets are empty. I drive in silence, no radio.
The engine rumbles in the darkness. It's calming.
The street lights pulse as I race down one of my favorite roads.
I do something apart from the routine. I roll down the windows. The air rushes through the car and I fly. I am free, no one else is on the road. I am utterly alone, and yet contempt. For the first time in months I feel like myself. Pieces of me are in the air that rushes through the open windows, and I catch them.
