Off the Cushion 10/05/07

After work, I drive east on the frontage road, Third Street, that runs alongside I-90 through Spokane. The road funnels exiting traffic off the freeway and also branches off into freeway entrances. I approach the intersection with Altamont which runs north and south under the freeway and through the east central neighborhood where serial killer Yates stalked his prostitute/victims. I've left work a few minutes early, all things done, feeling exhilarated to be starting the weekend. The light at the intersection is green going my way. The underpass where Altamont runs under the freeway is blinded by retaining walls. I can't see traffic coming from the north. A south-bound car speeds through the red light seconds in front of me. I confront the possibility of impermanence. So, this is the direction my meditation practice will take for now, as soon as I'm finished with this salmon Caesar salad I'm enjoying at Shari's and drive the rest of the way home.