So there I was on my usual 7am drive to work this morning. Sipping a latte from my 62 oz. commuter tumbler while listening to DJs Sarah and Vinnie talk their usual celebrity trash on Alice Radio.
I had slowed to about 40mph since I was approaching the toll plaza of the San Mateo Bridge when all of a sudden, WHOOOOSH! I heard a loud scraping sound that reverberated through the air and made my skin crawl. What the heck?
And then I saw it, just yards behind me, filling up the space in my rear view mirror.
A big-rig truck had jack-knifed in the lane where my car had passed just seconds earlier. Had I been driving a hair slower, the truck's front cab, which had veered left into my lane, would have slammed into my little Honda CRV rendering it flat as a plate glass window.
OhGawdOhGawdOhGawd. The enormity of what I had narrowly escaped left me shaky and breathless. However, what happened next just about paled in comparison.
As I continued driving, trying to regain my composure, I noticed droplets of water suddenly appearing on my windshield. Except there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Nor was it misty or foggy. And I realized that these drops were specifically located straight ahead in my line of vision right below my steering wheel. The rest of the windshield was bone dry. Confused, I looked up to the sky, and then to my left and right, trying to figure out where these drops were coming from.
One by one, I watched the drops continue to appear, plunk, plunk, plunk, until they formed the outline of a very specific shape.
I stared at it, not quite believing what I was seeing, but there was no denying it was most definitely a heart. And it stayed there for maybe 30 or 40 seconds, defying the velocity of the wind until it eventually dried off, one drop at a time.
Someone was watching out for me this morning, and the signature on the windshield? A nice touch, just in case I had any doubts. Trust me, I don't.
Not any more.