Black Ice.....

(To me, for me, hitchhikers welcome)

Driving.. walking.. waking.. living.. interacting.. life.. All seems AOK, full steam ahead – no cause for alarm, “Feeling all right”.. It sneaks up. Transparent – yet extremely dangerous.

Could be a loved one. Could be an acquaintance. Could be you – me. Of times, masked. “I would have never guessed.” “Seems so happy though.” “Him?”.. “HER?”.. “Just when things were to the point of perfection.” “Damn, here we go again.”

If it’s another – be there. How do you know? If you are not certain ‘fer sure’ if one’s life is clouded by black ice – chances are it is. Little things loom large. A note – a smile – a phone call.. perhaps even a text. Care. Just care. Just show you care. In times of need, we ask less. In times when we need fresh air, life, camaraderie – we cocoon.

Differing scales.. Some very, very deep, dark – consistently. Others, momentarily, but just as dark. Some ‘show’: cry, have a hard time verbalizing, clam up… Others, not so transparent - burst into tears… go into lockdown. Same answer, care. Say you do. Do.

What if it’s you/me traversing life’s black ice? Try your/our hardest to switch thoughts from “what’s wrong” to “what’s right.” Much. Much is right. No, not perfect – but no matter our problem, dilemma, black ice – there is always one worse off.

Open the eyeballs – envision life’s past and what’s been important. A very good portion of that is within arm’s reach. A few gallons of gas away. Probably even in the same area code. Remember them. Love them. When the last thing you want to do is make a phone call, put on clothes, get in car, go see – make a phone call, put on clothes, get in car, go see.

Down? Try something ‘up’ for another. There’s no feel good like giving a feel good. Sometimes even simply saying “thanks” lifts.

Black ice is not something that only happens in winter, at 32 degrees and below. Black ice in life is all over, in every month, every temp – in many a household. Loved ones, friends, acquaintances.

Defensive driving in ‘life’ ain’t a bad idea. Eyes wide open, alert. Life’s problems oft times come across as transparent. Use a keen eye. Love. Love, Victurd.