Words in the Shape of Morning

on the New York State Thruway

I'm writing this in a car, in my lap, with a laptop on my lap, its keys illuminated under my fingertips.
Three of us are driving towards morning and hoping to beat it. My colleague Dave and I began our commute home on Fishers Island, about eleven miles from Orient Point, the point farthest east on the north fork of Long Island, but a trip of almost an hour and a half by ferry. Imagining the horrors of hitting rush hour heading west off Long Island, we retrieved...