The day started in an interesting fashion when, on the way to drop Julia at work, I noticed the car in front of us come to an abrupt halt.
“That,” I said to Julia, “looks like the Aygo just hit the car in front of it.”
Two cars collide
under leafless trees
red glass sparkles
At that point the reversing lights came on and it started to reverse towards us. Fortunately it stopped before hitting us, but ended up so close that we couldn’t pull out and go round.
The driver then spent what seemed like ages exchanging details with her victim. She also waved apologetically, though not usefully.
I’m hoping that tomorrow will have less to report about the journey to work.
(The three lines of crytic verse inserted into the middle of the post, in case you are wondering, might just qualify as a haiku, thus qualifying the whole post to be called a haibun. I am so cultured these days it’s almost painful.)