November 13th, 2019


A Commutation

At 7.30 this morning, halfway across the Second Severn Crossing, I had Wales and the setting full moon framed by the bridge arch ahead of me, England and the rising sun framed by the other bridge arch in my rear view mirror. Steep Holm was to my left, and to my right the Marches; the blue sky above, the sea below.

It was beautiful, but although I felt momentarily that I was the centre of the universe - or of a diagram of the universe - it was also strangely vertiginous, as if I were a recording angel hanging from a trapeze.

And then I was commuting again.