Specters

As I drove along the freeway this morning, something caught my attention off the side of the road. I do not know what it was. I know that what it was and what I saw was not the same thing. What I saw, what I perceived, was death. The traditionally depicted death, a hooded figure with scythe, except he was clad in white. Logically, I know death was not standing beside the road. But all the logic in the world did not make the experience less disturbing.