Follow the Sun

Driving to work the evening shift. At the dual carriageway, the road lined up with setting sun. It only did that at this time of year - when the days were nearly at their shortest. There was a ripple in the flow of traffic as each car rounded the bend and the sun dazzled each driver in turn and each driver dabbed their brakes in reaction. Once I had cleaned the screen, the light was lovely. The idea of NOT taking the industrial estate turn-off floated into my mind - a soap bubble which I was careful not to pop. The turn-off drew closer and still I contemplated the beautiful, delicate bubble.