Driving along very quiet country roads
It's dark
There is fog.
The trees lining the road look like they are holding the fog there, making a tunnel
The reflected light on the road signs is so diffused they look like comets going past
No other cars to pass me and finish this moment
The CD player is sharing Moya by Godspeed you Black Emperor.
But as there was no one to run out into the road as the song reached it's crescendo I realised I was just on the way to work and not in a Coen Brothers film