I like to be alone in the car these days. Tonight it was snowing, the ground lightly covered. It looked like a nice place to be. And I wanted to slip into that good place and be good myself . . . and clean and soft. Almost to the point of tears- the tears that things are good and I am vibrant and capable and, for the short drive, better than I really am. I don’t think that makes sense. Perhaps it is that I am distanced from the person who interacts with the people of my life.