The Drive Home

Two streets away from my house I glance out the passenger side window to see a bunny hopping jaggedly through the grass. Just before the bunny hops out of view it pauses and looks at me. Our eyes lock for less than a second before the bunny turns away to resume its late-night journey down the corridor of sod. That's the first living wild animal I've seen in days. Illumined from the inside out I slow the car to take a left turn. A smile sprouts as my lips roll together then slightly part. I fight the knowing that the imprint will fade eventually despite my frequent reenactments. As my mailbox comes into view I drive gentler with the music low and my eyes bright with newness.