Summit of the Wheel

From the steering column casing, I reached up to the textured leather arch of the steering wheel. Gripping the firm, curved rim with both hands, I walked my feet along the smooth plastic cowl of the gauge cluster. Step by step, my core stayed balanced against the subtle tilt of the column. Once I reached the 12 o'clock apex, I sat down securely on the stitched seam. Across the hood and windshield, the evening lights reflect cleanly. From this vantage point, the entire dashboard and cabin stretch out beneath me.