blue

it is dark beyond the glass, the lights illuminate the bright flakes in the air. The lights ahead, the red ones to the rear of the vehicle ahead, are haloed hazy by the snow flakes, the flickering as they brighten.
The right foot hits the middle pedal, gently, let the twin red glows of the flat bed trailer ahead approach, it slows more and more, press the pedal some more, the lights stay their distance. It is a trailer that usually has a container on board, it is now moving slowly along the choked Autobahn, sometimes faster than the long string of taillights on the left, sometimes faster.
Follow.
Snow falling, and an overheated car.
Open the window, rush of traffic.
All is moving slowly.

A van from the Tschek Republic has left the road and is lying on its side in the ditch.
There are two police cars there, blue flashing lights a handsome contrast to the long chain of red tail lights.

The traffic is moving more smoothly now, drift on slowly on the way to work.

Listen to the radio, concentrate, the posts on the right hand side of the road slipping past one by one.
Every fifty metres.