Scribble: The Album Leaf came on Pandora.

      The salty spray tickled unshaven cheeks, as dark eyes drifted between puffs of white above. Hands bundled in the pockets of a worn, weathered hoodie, the wanderer just sighed, leaning against a dented car door. Morning light danced on the shimmering waters just beyond the old safety rail, gentler than the blinding reflection from the hood and roof behind him, but still slipping little needles of light into his eyes. Somewhere in the distance, a gull cried out, the half-mocking laughter of a bird who knows no other sounds.
      "Are we almost ready?" came a gentle voice from behind, as the wanderer turned to see wind-tousled locks, splayed over shoulders, and eyes deeper than any ocean.
      She was smiling so brightly, he wasn't sure if he squinted from the harsh light off the roof. "I think so," he finally said, a smile slipping onto his stubbly face. "Let's go."
      A scene ended. An adventure began.

Scribble: Why I don't write after driving late at night.

      Driving. Eyes losing focus. Headlights covered in salty spray, the offal of plows. A thousand blinking, blurring lights from inside. Static, never sated, always famished, omnipresent; the gaping maw of oblivion given voice.
      A deer pausing, eyes aglow, heart beating too fast. Bullet dodged by hesitation. Unnoticed; deer wears a mailbox costume, just as still, just as still.
      Images flash, dreams of a mind eager for slumber. Bare breasts of some awaiting lover. Water sliding past parched lips. Trees reaching for a sun-stained sky. Dark. Blurred headlights. A jolt; mailbox dressed as a deer, just as still, just as still.
      Eyes losing focus. Speed dropping, a speedometer's arm growing too tired. Laughter in a lover's embrace. Easing on the brake, too fast, too hard. Stop with a jolt. Pause. A flaming wreck, five miles from here, a severed limb. Open door.
      The cool night air fills the lungs. The excitement of having made it back draws sleepy eyelids back into the sockets.
      Oh sure. Now I'm awake.