Driving through the country in the dusty twilight exposes the universe in it's truest state of homeostasis. It's yet to be disturbed by industry, by humanity, at this time of day. See the universe has to maintain homeostasis, meaning nothing too bad can happen without an equally good thing happening to counteract it. Like Newton's Third Law, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. My father is a philosophy professor, esoteric dialogues have been the nightly dinner conversation since before I could articulate my basic human needs through words.
Mom and Dad, Reagan and Anthony, live two hours away from me. I make the drive every Sunday, mainly for the scenery. The amount of pictures I have strung up in my small second floor apartment is obscene, it's overbearing really.
But it's picturesque. And when it snows it's like entering a hazy dream world free of obscenities and impurities. In my dream world drive, the universe was already starting to reset itself after it's momentary skew towards the negative.
Magdalene, the maintenance lady at Dreamwood, came into the shop this morning looking for a book about a security camera. I'd made a point to remember her name after my first encounter with her because she'd made a distant comment chastising the rest of the tenant for never remembering who she was. Cordiality was also bound to shift the universe in my favor once it got out of whack apartment wise.
Dreamwood had been a relatively ideal first apartment when I first moved in. Fresh out of my parents house, not so fresh out of college. It was cheap, livable. Bearable until you wake up to find your hand resting in a pool of water. The pipes must have burst from the cold front that came in overnight. Remembering Magdalene's name came in handy after all, it'd be fixed must sooner than it would have otherwise. Even still, I needed to head out to my parents place a day early, wait it out until the standing water was cleared from my apartment.
I didn't mind though as I watched the universal clock reset as my tire tracks sullied the freshly dropped snow.