Leaning into the curves of an autumn tree lined highway can help you believe that all is right with the world. That your anxieties over politics and love are things , in different disguises, that the world has always known, and the world has always survived. And that problems, like curves on ancient roads, must be embraced, leaned into, if you’re ever going to come out safely on the other side. Trusting, letting go, embracing the unknown, getting lost, experiencing the dizziness of freedom are the only sure routes to new horizons. Otherwise, we remain where we are, as Yeats says, in that rag and bone place of our heart.