At night, it’s less bad.
I hold my breath, I feel myself tensing up.
Every time I drive here.
This narrowness.
Tightness.
The bent guardrails.
Crumbling asphalt.
It goes uphill, it goes downhill.
I never know what might be coming towards me beyond this curve.
Often a dance with the haste of others.
Navigating and working through the fear, the uncertainty.
Mindfulness and slowness.
Daring to give in to doubt.
The surrender of just stopping and waiting.