The road not taken.

That's the thick of it, after all. Isn't it ? To ponder what might have been.

I haven't decided yet whether there is merit in this pursuit. All I know for certain at this moment is that I have used passive voice, and that troubles me. Passive voice is like tulle. Very foamy and pretty and all for effect. The sort of thing one might wear just so others know it is in our repertoire.

Oddly enough, it was traffic that led me down this train of thought again. Arriving mere minutes or perhaps hours after an accident. Do we ever know for sure? I think not.

And so I wonder: Should I ever be in such a  hurry? It might have been me, mightn't it?