Swish

Tis raining, today. A lovely thing in itself, but not the point of Rian's post.

Winshieldwipers. Wiper blades. Swish swish.

Have ye often come upon a moment behind the wheel, in the rain, at a stop light, when ye glance forward into the car parked ahead and realize that their wipers are exactly, exactly in sink with your own?

Swish Swish. Exactness does not happen often. Close, yes. A twinning rhythm, yes. But walking exactly in the same step? Perhaps twice in Rian's driving career.

Early this morning it Happened. Rian watched and waited for a break in the matched set, but it never came. Rian's car and one other, perfectly aligned. What must it take to make it so?

Swish...swish...wish...