Sylvia tries hard to control the van as it rolls like an overweight load on a tightrope. Her nerves respond by gripping the wheel hard and just hanging on.
She sways with the threatening roll and watches the film as it plays out before her. She sees the scared faces of drivers who scuttle like ants out of her way. There's a little red beetle with a woman who's screaming and a kid's wide gaping face in the window behind her.
She sees all this in articulated detail though they flash by her in milliseconds of time. Sylvia is suddenly sorry for this morning's fight and for walking out mad.