I guess I just… I don't know what to even say, honestly. It's late, like really late, and I'm still just sort of vibrating from it all, I guess. The rain, right? It was just… absolutely coming down, sheeting, you know? And I was on the bridge, the big one over the estuary, which always makes me a little uneasy anyway, even in broad daylight. Because you just feel so exposed, I guess. Like you're dangling over nothing. And it's one lane each way and that always makes me nervous, just because people drive like absolute psychopaths around here, especially when it’s bad weather. You get stuck behind someone going twenty under, or someone coming the other way practically clips your mirror off. This one guy, Kevin, he actually clipped a deer last year, right on the bridge. Totaled his truck. They had to close the bridge for hours. Anyway, I was doing a delivery, last one of the night, way out past the turnoff for the old mill, which is just… nothing out there, really. So I'm on the bridge, and it's dark, like pitch black except for my headlights and the occasional car coming the other way, and the rain is just HAMMERING the windshield. And I'm just… driving, right? And then it sort of hit me, this really, really clear image, almost like a movie playing out in my head. My van, my little crappy delivery van, just… veering. Sharply. Not a slow drift, but like a sudden, violent swerve, right into the guardrail. Like I just... wrenched the wheel. And then through it. And then the DROP. Into that dark, churning water below. And it wasn't just a flash, it was… drawn out. I could almost feel the cold, the shock of it. The impact. And I guess the worst part is, it wasn't even a panic thing, not really. It was almost… quiet. Like a quiet suggestion. A really, really compelling suggestion, if that makes sense. Like my hands just WANTED to do it. And I just kept driving, of course. I gripped the wheel, so tight my knuckles were white, I guess. And I made it across. And I delivered the stupid order, a pizza and some wings to some guy who barely even grunted at me when I handed it over. And I drove all the way back, still sort of seeing that image, still feeling that… pull. And now I'm home, and it's still there. Just looping. And I don't know why. I mean, things are… fine, I guess. Nothing's actually *wrong*, wrong. Just… the usual stuff. Bills, you know. My girlfriend, Emily, she's been a little distant lately, I think. She said something the other day about feeling like I wasn't really *there* when we were talking, which just… whatever. It's fine. It's just a delivery job, for now. Until something else comes along, I guess. But that image… it was just so STRONG. And I don't really know what to do with that. Or what it even means. Probably nothing, right? Just tired, I guess. Too much caffeine.