Sorry sorry sorry I posted this twice, I didn’t realize the first entry wasn’t in the challenge.

But yeah, this is more or less about my odd drive home from Philadelphia. Never felt more misplaced or confused yet so content at a stoplight in my entire life. I’m not sure where my actual monologue/account stops and the story writing begins, though I suppose that’s what this business is all about. I had this saved from last month and never got around to finishing it, what better time than now?

Sounds like a visit home from college, or maybe even after. It’s a weird feeling, belonging somewhere for so long and then suddenly not. Nicely written and I like what you did with that one moment.

Yeah, it’s weird what frame of mind driving out on the roads, along, at that hours in the morning can put you in.

I really like this story. :) Especially the line about the snow changing colors with the streetlight.

I like the serious yet semi-causal tone of this piece. Driving at night is truly an interesting experience.