On the way to work yesterday morning, I saw 7 dead animals on the road. This may be a new record. It contrasted strangely with the winter wonderland feeling that the overnight frost had given the fields I was driving past.
I'm yet to hit an animal on the road, and am thankful for this.
I was driving home late a couple of months ago, and the car in front of me on the road ran over what looked like a rabbit. The car was maybe 20 meters ahead of me and I could see the animal thrashing around in my headlights.
The driver, who was a young woman, had pulled over ahead of me and turned on her hazard warning lights. As I drove past I could see her leaning forward in the seat with her head in her hands, covering her eyes.
I told this story to someone recently, and I didn't really think about how much it affected me until then.
My focus is fucked right now.