We are lucky enough to take a Tesla Model X for a drive. My husband drives. I sit, transfixed by the sight of the full moon through the glass roof.
My husband reports on the driving experience – the responsive acceleration, the powerful regenerative braking, the indicator stalk on the left, the amazing reversing camera, the visibility and the way side lights turn on when you go around corners to help you negotiate the turn.
A crisp violin dances through the car’s speakers. I watch the white cloud beside the moon change shape in the breeze. I am thinking of our holiday crossing the Nullabor fifteen years ago. That same moon woke me in the night – I thought it was headlights, shining on our tentless camp.
Between this car of the future and that tranquil moon of my past, I feel reassured.