a true story - chapter two

A True Story
Chapter Two

that was night. this was day. he drank mornings in like a drunk on his eighth pilsner- hungrily. today was no exception. a tiny, finger nail clipping of a moon hung suspended over silhoutted cumulous clouds ringed in the faint orange glow of the rising sun. beautiful.
mornings were redemption. just like the shower he took every morning, the sunrise scrubbed away the remains of yesterday and made each day feel new.
the drive to work was his solace. no one to talk to, no one to have to interact with. not lonely at all, more like hitting the pause button on the dvd player right before the fight scene in a movie. much like taking a breath and enjoying it's benefits. calm.
there were many things on his mind today: channels being flipped by tiny neurons wearing out the battery on the remote. thats where driving comes into play. something to focus on. the road ahead. checking the mirrors, listening to the motor, quick glancing over his left shoulder at the rapid advance of the pale yellow edge of the sun burning against the cold sky. laughing at a quip made by a radio host or playing air drums to electronic music all while safely! guiding his car down the highway to work.

To Be Continued...