6:37 AM on-ramp leads to an endless string of red lights. a blinking high speed stop and go of seasonally staccato s-turns. my caffeine is wasted on this nose to tail chase. mid sip, over the rim of my cup, a million glowing back-lit reminders of order look like embers burning wick to keg. and not suddenly Wednesday implodes. i freaking hate this commute. both hands slam down hard in sync with my cloistered wails. too hot, so i turn down the heat. i need sedation. taking a sip i turn up the music. turn down heat. change channel. turn on wipers, turn down heat, turn up music. check watch, check watch … and then that song, why now, why again? the dash display whiplashes me into first gear thinking and the caffeine ignites. the gas gauge teeters, like me. almost empty. like me. my head cracks open. what a mess. now find a gas station. 6:38 AM.