Country roads in autumn have a certain mood. The sky is gray, the birch trees are thin and golden, and the fields roll away toward the horizon like a soft green blanket. Cars drift by, one after another, each with a driver thinking about dinner. Then one day, something unexpected zips past the window.
It begins with a flash of light blue. A woman in a puffed jacket the color of a summer sky, black trousers and sandals with high heels sits sideways on a broom, flying at exactly the speed of a car. Her long blonde braid whips behind her like a flag, and she holds the handle with the relaxed grip of a person who has done this commute before.
The broom itself is a classic: straw bristles at the back, a polished wooden handle in front, and not a single engine in sight. It rides the air smoothly beside the road, dipping slightly over the bumps and gliding past a barn, a guardrail and a row of tall birches.
What makes the clip so funny is the casual attitude of the flyer. She does not wave, she does not squeal, she does not look nervous. She simply travels, one hand on the handle, the other adjusting her jacket, as if flying on a broomstick were the most natural way to get to a boutique opening. If anyone in the cars nearby had a camera, this would be the best traffic report of the year.
Her heels are the final touch. Black, strappy and tall, they dangle from her feet in the wind, perfect for a fashionable landing. Every witch knows that style matters, even when the destination is just the next village, and a sturdy blue jacket is the perfect match for the cool breeze.
As the clip goes on, the camera zooms out and the figure becomes smaller and smaller, until she is only a tiny blue dot against the gray sky. A power line crosses the screen, the road stretches ahead and the broom vanishes toward the horizon, leaving behind only a quiet question: where was she going in such a hurry?
Perhaps she was late for a sale. Perhaps she was meeting a friend for coffee. Or perhaps she simply loved the feeling of the wind in her braid, and that is reason enough.
So why take the bus when a broomstick matches your blue puffer jacket? There is no timetable, no ticket and no queue, and parking is always free. Just make sure your helmet is on.
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