merrenness – n. the lulling isolation of driving late at night – floating through the void in an otherworldly hum, trailing red jewels in the darkness, your high beams seeming back and forth like a lighthouse.

This is certainly something I feel often. I don’t go out late a lot, but there are times I’m coming home and I feel merrenness. Not so much the side to side of high beams, but the up and down on the hilly country roads in Colorado. A bit of side to side as I get near the house.

This is especially something I feel in the Tesla, where there can be a hum and not much else. Watching the world go by, sometimes with music as a background, sometimes silence, reminds me of the wider world around me, both there and muted by the darkness.

From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows