Compulsion

I was driving around Fairbanks. From Fairview Manor to the airport. From the airport to the University. From the University down Collage Road and around into downtown. For the first time in notable memory I hit every single green light. Every little happy, round, signal of accession. Why I was driving, I'm not sure. All I wanted to do was stop. All I wanted was one of those little lights to give me a break. Let me rest for a bit. Give me time to breath between my agitated breaths. But none of them permitted. It was as if they wanted me to keep driving. They wanted me to keep going... keep moving. It might make me crazy but a small part of me found myself wishing those inanimate and persistent glowing, emerald lights could hear me say, "Thank you."