The early sun stares at me as I crawl along the 78. Motorist swerve and brows dip. A timecard awaits as a boss stands stiff in a window overlooking an empty parking lot. My eyes wander as my mind organizes the day’s tasks. Projects nag as greater ideas brew. My mind steeps in a stew of creativity, but battles the idea of throbbing florescent lights and the dry chill of an uncontrollable air-conditioner. The radio’s advertisements hound and the passenger window whistles. Today is yesterday and tomorrow is…
A rut jolts my mind as my truck safely cruises. An idea, high on the embankment, screams towards the passing commuters. My eyes attentively hear the fearful cries of an unacknowledged thought. My neck snaps and my head turns to experience the site of two large letters boldly painted high above the highway.
As the flow of traffic carries me past this early morning jewel, I pounder its meaning. Is it a mysterious acronym or a hurried abbreviation? Why was this location picked? How was it executed without attention from the constant stream of passing eyes? As I become connected with a stranger’s thoughts, I notice another RD sprayed in gray. As my head returns to its normal driving position, I spot yet another RD sprayed in black. The remaining curves and stretches shout at me with at least 20 more RD’s. Visions of hooded hoodlums leaping out of shadows enter my mind. Stereotypes are for the single minded and I picture an angry mother frantically sprinting through the dark streets of the nights spraying the initials of a son lost to war or a spiteful businessman spreading slander of a deal gone bad.
What is your explanation?