Relatable

Foggy night with the streets wet and black. The frogs trying to cross spend too much of their energy jumping high but not enough jumping forward which makes me think they didn't make it even though I can't feel them under my wheels.

A song on the radio stirs memories of feeling a very particular way. I'm grateful that I recognized what was happening when it was happening and soaked it all in back then. I have no idea if it helps me now.