Here

Driving home in the dark from a Christmas-cookie decorating party, on icy roads with a light snow still falling, the car slides. Just a little bit. It is not serious; I am never out of control and I quickly right the car again. Ice crunches under the wheels. I keep driving.

I feel a tingling all over my body, a quickening of my pulse. A little skid is a whole different kind of scary with my happiness asleep in their car seats in the back.

Suddenly I am not elsewhere. I am here, where I want to be, and my hands are on the wheel.