The distant jet-trails with their limited lengths —those inching on out, those from nowhere inserted— were aligned, wherever, like single-minded eels homing up one river. Night fell: a rabbit after healthy zig-zagging in the headlights chose to sprint back under the tyres. Delicate, definite sound—not troubling hard tyres but the soft brain (in charge of a machine in charge of another). Dawn broke cloudy, damp colourful trees, grey fugitive ostrich farm ostrich on the road, pacing ahead in the correct lane but viewed from a car behind some uncertainty in the body language.