Sunday, 16 December 2012

Ice At Long Cross

Nothing much happened until the car started to glide. Didn't you see that skin on the road? Ice like psoriasis? Well, you certainly did when the car started to slide. Pushed your foot down hard on the brake peddle. The car kept on going. That's when you clocked the ice. You, docile, dozy – as if all of this was happening to somebody else and had nothing to do with you. The red Honda parked broadside on across three lanes of traffic. That don't look right... what is that idiot doing? Pushed your foot down hard on the brake peddle and suddenly everything was happening to you. Then you knew alright what that idiot was doing.

Notice how everything slows down? Happens in slow motion? Because it does. The brain slows everything down to put you firmly in the moment, the here and now. You're cool as the ice now and the idiot isn't an idiot – just a badly shaken and stirred cocktail of a human being... she gets her car turned the right way round.

You get your car under control. Continue on your way. Everything, everyone just carries on. That's when it all starts to speed up again. You carry on, on your way, inwardly rehearsing what you're going to say.

2 comments:

  1. Hey Jonathan,
    A coolly beautiful entry. Especially "as if all of this was happening to somebody else" and "the idiot isn't an idiot." Also, the cocktail language was a sweet touch. Hope all is well on your end of the pond.
    Cheers,
    B.R.

    captcha was: offireo

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  2. Thanks. Things are good, and now improved thanks to your kind comment.

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