Driving down the road in the fog, early in the morning; the trees look like people waving gallantly as I pass.

Radiohead plays softly in the background—

“I don’t care if it hurts I want to have control
I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I’m not around”

The deer lift their heads and their tails, watch my progress silently. The air feels thick and heavy—

“Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want”

Windows down, the coldness seeps into the car on the edges of the whipping wind. I look across the water, bridge after bridge after bridge after tunnel after overpass after bridge. All these links getting us where we think we want to be. 

“What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here”

The song ends and I turn off the music. Taking a deep breath, I roll up the windows and turn on the heat. The quiet feels soothing, the fog starts to lift. 

I see my dog in the window and open the door to the smell of brewing coffee—a welcoming smell and a welcoming bark.

Lyrics from the song, Creep by Radiohead from the album Pablo Honey written by Thom Yorke