Approaching the site of my accident I realized that the way I felt could soon be violently disrupted by returning memories or feelings.
It was warm in the police car, I wound down the window to smell the air and get a sense of this place. I imagine leaving here knowing a particular shift will have occurred. I really must sense something deep inside.
Even just in the knowing that I will become familiar with the place and atmosphere of the site that led to such dramatic changes in my life comforts me. This simple relationship had now become necessary, if not urgent.