Today I was instructed to rebel.

Of course, the first thing I thought of was eyeliner and heavy metal. And considering the tattoos and piercings of the man who told me this, it wasn’t an entirely unwarranted idea. But he was talking about something a little more heady.
He is the third person in just as many days to tell me I am making a mistake. Like I didn’t already know. Today I remembered the view of snowcaps on sunny days, and it made my face hurt.

I drove a little bit faster on my way home from work. Tried to feel dangerous.
When I looked up, the edge of the clouds looked like Antarctica — icy and isolated.