optimisticI'm driving behind a couple of cars, nearing my intersection to turn, when something flies up at my windshield. A lot of somethings. I don't know where my brain was at, because I not only flinched, I threw my right arm up in front of my face. The things clattered against the glass, but only lightly--a bunch of windblown beech leaves. I have no idea if they caught a bit of light, or what, because I remember thinking just before they hit that something must be on fire, that those were cinder or coals coming at my car.
It's a good thing my body is trained to stay in my lane, because I almost swerved. Stupid brain with its fight-or-flight response.
(Maybe I shouldn't be reading Supernatural fic...think that might have contributed? *g*)
I had much fun trying to drive home after my eye appointment, too; I had my eyes dilated, and let me tell you, driving through a city after dark is weird. Bright halos around every single light source (streetlight, headlights, taillights, storefronts), obscuring details. Also, I'm a little surprised that no one at the Christmas party I went to later last night asked me if I was on drugs--because boy, my eyes sure looked like it.
Okay, for anyone who likes a bit of horror and banter, and is (like me) vaguely acquainted with Supernatural, go read Crossing the Line, by b stearns. Lovely writing, a decent ghost story, and some excellent action/adventure. Plus brotherly angst.
