We got rear-ended on the highway. There was the sound of screaming and metal twisting. The back windshield shattered around us. The trunk crumpled and folded in on itself.
The car was totaled.
The driver who hit us full on at probably over 90 mph (we were cruising at the speed limit) drove away from the scene.
We walked away with barely a scratch.
My mind keeps leaping to scenes of everything that could’ve gone differently.
Before I fall deeper into that internal nightmare, I go back to moments earlier in the day.
I go back to top of mountain peaks and look out at the landscape we traversed, down at the valley we climbed up from…the wind swirled around us, coming from all directions trying to push us as we balanced on boulders…sunlight spilled its way through the fog and rain clouds into puddles along the mountain side, softening the harsh angles that tried to beat up our bodies…I go to those moments…and all is okay.