Guiding Hand 01
指引着我的手 01

　　I was in a hurry, irritated from a day at work and in no mood to be driving to the family home for a dinner that would no doubt involve an argument with my younger brother over soccer results.

　　Yet there I was, at 7pm on a soggy Sydney winter’s evening driving my dodgy little Sigma from my home in Cronulla to my mother’s home in Engadine. It's a drive I have made more times than I can count, but this night I arrived shaken, disturbed and yet strangely comforted.

　　On the highway between Sutherland and Engadine, a 90km hour zone, with the music blaring and only my off key singing to keep me company; I decided to change lanes as the exit was coming up. I put the indicator on, looked over my shoulder to make sure the lane was clear and turned the wheel to move the car into the other lane.

　　我匆匆忙忙的开着车，结束了一天烦人的工作，真不想回家吃晚饭。毫无疑问，吃晚饭的时候我弟弟肯定又要就足球比赛的结果和我争论了。

　　晚上七点，在阴冷的悉尼的冬天，我开着自己这部小巧灵活的西格马轿车，从cronulla的家回Engadine的妈妈家。这段路我已经走过无数次了，可是今天晚上我直打颤，心里泛着不安，可又感觉到一种异样的舒适。

　　从sutherland 到engadine的高速公路限速每小时90公里，一路上只听得到刺耳的音乐声和我那跑了调的歌声。因为就快要下高速公路，所以我决定要换个车道了。我打亮指示灯，朝一边看看那条车道上有没有车，然后打方向盘把车转进了另一条车道。