We're all moving an inch per minute or so, literally, and trying to maneuver around Metro buses and cars that have been left for dead. People truly are restless, some get out to stretch, others are swearing, some are winking at me, one man on foot inquires as to whether I'm married. Idle conversation with strangers is appropriate, has been the norm this evening. There are only so many ways to entertain yourself, alone, in the car. It's comforting, in a sick kind of way, to know so many people are enduring this episode together.
Home is so close.
It's like someone threw a grenade onto the road, shards of it making driving difficult, but not impossible. The night, surreal on the mountaintop of road, wobbling on my skis of a car, between life and death. Not really so dramatic, but scary, chaotic, Hollywood-like in a way that's hard to explain unless you're only just thinking about how you got home.