Rivers of road

November 4, 2007

From above, the highways became rivers, the traffic glinting like water droplets so tightly packed they streamed. In the oxbow lake of an exit ramp, red and blue lights flashed like minnows.

She would have preferred to remain above it all, but the plane descended, carrying her like a diving tern. Soon, she would have no choice but to join the rest of the water, swim the pre-carved channels and tributaries.

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