surreal life

I had a curious bit of a drive the other day, late at night. Leaving along Clearbrook Road, the power was completely out for eight or nine blocks. All the traffic lights, houses, street lamps, they were all dead. It was pitch black, except for my headlights, and being so late, no one else was on the road for the most part.

I drove past an intersection, and saw red and blue lights flashing. Two cop cars, stopped around a truck, with the officers aiming their guns at the driver. No clue what was going on with that, but I continued along. Next intersection I look left, and down that street two more cop cars, this time helping someone who had wrapped themselves around a light post.

Going past all this was very surreal, like I felt so far removed from it all. The darkness, coupled with lack of sleep and a feeling of almost solitude, it all ran together. And I just smiled as I went past, observing these things. I also saw a drug deal taking place, again in the almost pitch black. I saw two kids running, as if they had stolen something or perhaps broken something.

Finally I got to the main street of South Fraser Way, where things were back to normal. And I realized what a weird world we live in sometimes. It was strange, to be sure, and I'm glad to have been a part of it.