Through driving my thoughts, emotions and ideas change.
I think the motion helps this separation; 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: the hedge, and the bonnet merges in one. Momentarily in the Hornbeam’s colour, it all makes perfect sense, it inspired me to plant one just like it, in a garden, on a hill up north.
Somewhere between me, the window, the mirror, the bonnet, the road and the hedge, my thoughts, and feelings on the journey merge into the peripheral view.