My eyes popped open. I was wide awake and I knew it was too soon. I rolled over to check the time. 5am exactly. My mothers words of advice ricocheted around my sleepy skull.
“When you are awaken early in the morning, God is trying to talk to you.”
Reluctantly I flipped through my Android and found the Bible app and began to read. 30 minutes later I decided I would go to work early and lift in the gym. So I showered and dressed and checked the weather, a high of 49 degrees.
As I sat in my car I said a quick word of prayer for protection while driving and going through my usual day. It was almost a ritual at this point in my life, but not quite meaningless. As I pulled onto the road my alarm to wake up buzzed in my pocket, exactly 6:10.
The first half of my journey has some “fun” bits of road where you can stretch your cars legs, which I often do. But for some reason I drove the limit. Still in a groggy state I turned on the radio, half listening and half in a random stream of consciousness. I noticed a powder looking spray in the headlights of the oncoming traffic just above the barrier.
‘Weired,’ I thought. ‘Maybe a truck spilled something…’
As I neared the final curve of the highway I noticed a thin substance covering adjacent parking lots dimly lit by the lights, but it was so dark I could not tell exactly what it was. Then I noticed tracks forming on the highway.
“Snow?” I said to myself aloud? There was no snow in the forecast and there was definitely no snow at my apartment just 8 miles or so in the opposite direction.
I slowed down being way more cautious than usual. In my sleepy state I saw the tracks getting very erratic. Then a silver rectangular object caught my attention as it reflected my headlights. I swerved to avoid it losing traction. It was too late. I made contact. Even more objects smaller in size littered the road as I gripped my steering wheel hoping the damage to my car would be minimal and praying I didn’t cut a tire. Glass and plastic bits bounced off my bumper and undercarriage in a stomach churning symphony of noise. I corrected to get back into my lane where suddenly a rocking shadow, that my sleepy mind interpreted as a giant, was standing in my way. I swerved left again checking my mirror to make sure no one was approaching in the fast lane, just as it seemed the giant stepped away to the right.
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