There I was, the Cyclops of Folkstone Drive, one wild eye bobbing with every dip and divot of the road.
I felt powerful, in a dark and crazy kind of way. Could I blind the drivers coming toward me? Didn't matter. There were only three of them. And anyway, I lost my nerve, averted my eye at the last minute.
Better to muse than amuse. I thought about how the wide cone of light allowed me to see only a fraction of what lay in front of me. Just enough to tread carefully. Sometimes that's all you need.