This journey wasn’t meant to happen at all. Even before I've actually took off, there were all sorts of “signs” screaming at me that I was not supposed to go…the initial plan was – me to leave on Wednesday after work. And with 3 hours drive, I would’ve reach Essex in decent time. But on Wednesday the most imaginable horrible thing has happened – our server had a crash. Not as if he’s fallen in love, but as in broken, stopped, completely dead. And so I’ve left office only at…23:00! There was absolutely no chance to drive overnight. So I’ve stayed home instead and got up at 4:00am to arrive to my friend’s house at 8:00am, as I promised…so you see: it wasn’t a travel that was meant to happen at all…
I was meant to stay there for four days, but unexpected circumstances made me jump in a car in the end of a second day and rush back home. 3 hours of night driving on desolated motorway…the only good thing about it was that motorways are the best places to turn on full volume on your speakers…there is something uniquely beautiful about Motorways At Night. As I was driving along the M25 – London’s orbital, it was pretty much illuminated. In both ways – one way – lines of yellow lights, the other way – of red rare lights. Like some threads leading to the places which you’ve just left and which you were to go… unbreakable magical threads. One – The Thread Of Life, the other – The Thread Of Death. Or could be – Thread Of The Future and Thread Of The Past…Or – Thread Of Entrance and Thread Of Exit…Thread Of Beginning and Thread Of The End…and when the road climbed up the hills, the whole Motorway Canvas looked like gigantic endless runways. Add to the sensation high speed of the car and high volume Pink Floyd and you will understand that liberating feeling of being able to take off into the air, right off the slop and into the cosmos…I do love Night Motorways so much…
I was meant to stay there for four days, but unexpected circumstances made me jump in a car in the end of a second day and rush back home. 3 hours of night driving on desolated motorway…the only good thing about it was that motorways are the best places to turn on full volume on your speakers…there is something uniquely beautiful about Motorways At Night. As I was driving along the M25 – London’s orbital, it was pretty much illuminated. In both ways – one way – lines of yellow lights, the other way – of red rare lights. Like some threads leading to the places which you’ve just left and which you were to go… unbreakable magical threads. One – The Thread Of Life, the other – The Thread Of Death. Or could be – Thread Of The Future and Thread Of The Past…Or – Thread Of Entrance and Thread Of Exit…Thread Of Beginning and Thread Of The End…and when the road climbed up the hills, the whole Motorway Canvas looked like gigantic endless runways. Add to the sensation high speed of the car and high volume Pink Floyd and you will understand that liberating feeling of being able to take off into the air, right off the slop and into the cosmos…I do love Night Motorways so much…