I was driving home from work on the highway the other day when something caught my attention.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a green flash in the rearview mirror. One second it was there, the next it wasn’t.
I didn’t think much of it at first, until it happened again.
Green flash… then gone.
It sounds like I’m describing a close encounter of the third kind here, like I just drove home from Roswell, New Mexico.
This was I-25 southbound just north of Denver, Colorado in broad daylight.
Once I was fully aware of this bizarre situation, it appeared to end… until the bright green figure pulled up next to me.
It was only for a short moment, then zooooooom, off into the distance weaving back and forth between traffic.
I was fortunate enough to look over just in time to catch a glimpse of this mythical creature in action.
It was a bright green Volkswagon Bug with an old woman behind the wheel. She had to of been 70 or 80 years old, with gray hair and the standard 10-2 grip on the steering wheel.
I immediately thought to myself, “Maybe it’s true what my they say…”
Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes
I know now that I will never let my age stop me from being a green flash.
Enjoy The Journey.