I drove from Columbus to Cleveland this morning in the pouring rain, the rain drenching the air, my view, everything around me as the navy blue-black night before me turned slowly to morning.
I looked up and caught a glimpse of her ambling across the bridge, holding an umbrella snugly above her head, a stark, black silhouette against the brilliant golden star fire on the horizon, streaked with red.
I turned up the radio and let up on the gas.
I wanted to slow down time. I wanted to watch her make her way.
But I needed to get where I was going and so did she.
And so we did.