Beep beep beep
From the car, I watch the mountains towards the lake disappear into the clouds. They're sliced off. The peaks have vanished. They're somewhere. Suspended.
Fingers on the wall
I join the queue and follow their cars. It's raining outside and my windshield wipers must be broken. They move but leave a smear on the glass. I can only partially see the cars in front of me.
The roads we're on are full of speed limits. Even the car is warning me about speed checks, and I hope they don't accelerate too much as we head to the restaurant.
What do you see in the mirror?
Shut in my house because of the excessive heat outside, I go to the bathroom in the semi darkness.
While I clean my face, in the mirror I meet an old man who looks at me and asks for something. Someone who wants to give a sense to these days that fall somewhere.
— Look at you. What do you see in the mirror?