I was out delivering this past Tuesday, just another shift, and the weather had really turned, a proper deluge, and I was on the old Bay Bridge, the really high one that always makes me feel a bit uneasy, even in good weather, but this time it was different, you see, the rain was coming down so hard the visibility was practically zero, and the wind was just buffeting the van, and I kept imagining, with perfect clarity, the van just veering, suddenly and sharply, right through the guardrail, and plunging into the dark, churning water below, and it wasn't a fleeting thought, it was sustained, almost a visual aid in my mind's eye, and I could feel the cold of the water, and the sudden lurch, and the impact, all of it, and it was quite unsettling, but also, strangely, a little...calming. And I know what that sounds like, and I assure you I'm not some sort of danger to myself or anyone else, not at all, but it was just so clear, and the van, it was full of groceries for Mrs. Henderson, and the new patio furniture for the Millers, and I thought about the splash, and the sheer finality of it all, and how the news would report it, a tragic accident, delivery driver, seventy-two years old, and my neighbors, I could just picture their faces, the pity, and the gossip, "He seemed so normal," and "Always kept his lawn so neat," and "A terrible shame, after all these years," and it was a very complete narrative, start to finish, and I was just observing it, like watching a film, but I was also the main character, and it was quite intense. And then the moment passed, the van straightened out, the rain eased a bit, and I was just there, making the delivery to Mrs. Henderson, a cheerful woman, always has a kind word, and I smiled, and I wished her a good day, and she never knew, of course, about the bridge, or the water, or the sudden, sharp veer, and I drove off, and the sun was even trying to peek through the clouds, and I just kept thinking about that feeling, that strange combination of fear and absolute, utter, quietude, and I suppose it's just something that happens, these thoughts, and you just carry on, don't you, because what else is there to do.