Morning Commute

For the first time in all of my years of commuting, I saw what looked like a dead bear on the side of the highway. Between the lifting darkness of the early morning, the dense fog, and me driving eighty miles an hour, it was a little hard to tell. I suppose it could have been a blanket or a wad of fabric that blew off of someones car, but then, why was there a policeman stopped and standing over it? Then again, it could have been someones body, that for some odd reason, was lying at the edge of the median along the interstate.
Strange that they would be wearing a heavy fir coat on such a mild morning, but hey, who am I to judge?