Unsettling. That is the word I would use to describe this feeling. It washes over me like the raindrops on my windshield. My current surroundings represent my inner self at this moment in time. It’s dark and the rain is falling faster now. My windshield wipers move back and forth, back and forth, left to right, east to west, over and over again… still, they are no match for the rain. I turn my high beams on and press my foot on the gas. It’s Saturday night, at 8pm, and the New York State Thruway is completely empty. The darkness has become emboldened, and it’s beginning to engulf us.
