Shhh...

I’m on a pitch-black stretch of two-lane Nebraska blacktop. Living in the city, I don’t see nights this dark anymore. It seems so unnatural. There’s a freight train chugging along on one side of me, oncoming traffic on the other. And here I am, reckless: steering with my knees, ponging between the dashed yellow lines and the ditch full of barbed wire and cornhusks, squinting up into headlights between words as I text my response to the forchest news I could possibly hear right now.