Fragile

There's a point at which your body prepares for impact.

 

I had a close call driving home last night. A car changed his mind about a turn and cut me off just past the viaduct. It's all a blur. I don't know how we didn't actually collide in the end. I have to laugh a little that I'd just left a quiet back-patio talk about choices; who we love, who we leave, how we live, what we do. Sometimes the big decisions aren't ours to make.

Done