High Beams

High Beams

It’s three o’clock in the morning. You’re driving across the winding mountains of West Virginia. There is a cool summer nip in the air whipping through the window. The sweet forest scent is the only thing keeping you sane as you stare into nothingness. That is precisely how it feels. You can only see as far as the headlights shine. The stars and moon are hiding behind clouds. The sky is pitch black. There is no way to distinguish between highway, mountain or a rounded cliff’s edge until you’re on it.

A choked grunt of a snore escapes your youngest child’s nose. You dare a glance in the rearview mirror. From the soft green glow of the dashboard you check on all your sleeping children. As you turn your gaze back to the silent curving roadway a quick flash between trees ignites your senses, heightening them to that of a lioness on the prowl.

Nothing happens.

You wait.

 

Still nothing comes.

 

You ease back into your seat, concentrate on the road ahead. In a blink of an eye a huge semi-truck rounds the mountain side. Its high beams blinding you.

Yelling profanities that would make a sailor blush, all in your head so as not to wake the children. You blink fifty times, turn off your high beams because you’re a polite driver, and pray your night vision returns by the time you reach another dark patch of highway.

Moral to this tale: Be polite in all matters of life.

This happened to me so often on our way to Myrtle Beach two weeks ago that these dramatic prose lodged themselves in my brain. Although to be honest, it was read by the narrator for Honest Trailers.

For those who haven’t seen Honest Trailers here their Game of Thrones trailer.

***WARNING THERE IS NUDITY AND SOME ADULT CONTENT***