Impetuosity

Headlights drive close behind me. Suddenly they veer right and a white Clio overtakes in the narrow winding lane, letting off a long horn blast as it does. A little incensed by the reckless stupidity of the driver, I impetuously return the hoot. Immediately the car stops in front and sits there menacingly in the blackness of the late evening.

For what seems like an eternity, my breath is held; I wait for the car door to open. My headlights are still on full beam – forgotten in the speed of the moment. I flick the lever and they dip. A long, long second or two later and the car roars off into the night. Shaken, I continue on my way and around every corner I almost expect to see the car imbedded in a hedge.

I make sure that on the return journey I face my demons and drive back by the same route.