Morning Protocol Through Mist and Wildflowers

The morning commute moves through mist and wildflowers. A lone vehicle travels the road, its occupant already deep into another passage through the uncertain landscape. The flowers bloom with quiet persistence, their white faces scattered across the foreground like nodes in an organic network. This is the daily crossing, the passage from one state to another. Each commute carries the passenger forward into spaces that exist just beyond clear recollection, where the act of traveling itself becomes part of a larger program. The journey continues, as it must, into the distance.