Through driving my thoughts, emotions and ideas change.
It is as though my emotions blur through the window and out into the peripheral view.
As I park in the spaces facing into a Hornbeam hedge, the parkland behind echoes the season in the wing mirror.
Behind the mirror is this other reflection of the clear separation as I stop. On the surface, the thoughts are in outline, and the hedge blurs at the back.
No longer moving the feelings flood back to me and I write my ideas down. I glance up from my notebook to see the reflection, staring me in the face.
Somewhere between me, the window, the mirror, the reflection, the road and the hedge, my thoughts and feelings on the journey, merge into the peripheral view.