Sometimes when I drive late at night when the light pollution casts almost indistinguishable shadows on the trees I pretend they are mountains. And I play Death Cab "Someday You Will be Loved" and am reminded that I'm in a transitional place in life. I begin to realize that I'm fooling myself if I try to put deeper roots in the place I'm at now. And I wonder why I've longed for so long to escape the place of stability and the place where I am known most fully. Where will my roots eventually set? What am I running from? And why do I now desire so deeply a sense of stability?