Last night I drove back up to Trout. It was dark already when I left Slave. Driving in the dark in the bush is a lot different than driving in the dark in the Prairies. In the Prairies, you see the light of the distant towns and farms. In the bush, there are either no lights in the distance or it is all blocked by the trees. The only light comes from your headlights which create a small tunnel of illumination with darkness pressing in all around. This trip it seemed like I was the only person heading North. For over 250 kilometers I passed only one car and only one car passed me. There was a lot of traffic heading in the opposite direction but there were no headlights in my rearview mirror and no glimpses of red tail lights in front of me. It was just me and the Northern darkness.
For the short times when I was close to another car, their lights gave off additional illumination. The darkness didn't seem so overbearing and I felt relieved at having a fellow traveller along the lonely winter road. The companionship though was shortlived.
Is this somehow a metaphor for my life?
2 comments:
I hear ya... I hear ya mate!
Thanks so much for thinking of me and my loneliness in your loneliness. It was very great to get a little package from you!
So glad to hear your Christmas was good.
I'll get on my blogging now... thanks for the kick in the butt!
I was trying to think of something beautiful, insightful and encouraging to say . . . but some roads are just lonely, even roads through cities!
Maybe its just a metaphor for this time in your life. I hope there will be other journeys on which you do have travelling companions.
We could go to South America together for a start!
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