Road Grime

I can see the trucks from a distance, hunched-up in the rain, rumbling across the overpass in a shroud of momentum..I look down at my feet..soggy, and back up to the trucks (in the distance) where I stood earlier, before it started raining, and it occurred to me (random insight) that I had been up there standing with nothing between me and the hurtling masses but an outstretched thumb..I dunno, it was as if, the thought had never occurred to me (in that context ) before, and if one thought about it long enuf, it could scare the living crap out of oneself..