I’ll never leave you, I promise.
“Driving back from my dad’s late one night. I was only about ten minutes into an hours drive and I felt something touch my head. Not like a tickle but a proper touch like the way you ruffle kids hair.”
I hope none of these happen to you…
I’d realize the difference in time between A to B is measured in minutes and not hours, and that whatever I’m racing toward isn’t all that great anyway. Do I really need to be to work early?
After getting rid of my car and riding Uber to work for the whole summer, I learned about myself and discovered new confidence.
The road at night is not a safe place to be.
Because I like to be reminded of the people I know at every exit. I breathe in their memories each time I pass, with the windows down, and I can feel the ghosts of our pasts breeze through my hair.
For the hours that we drive, we are caught in a protected net of time—no decisions need to be made just yet, no choices are sneaking up on us. There’s nothing we need to do or be other than here, now, and looking ahead.
Some would say it was catching up,
but it was like saying hello again
because every time we drove the California freeway
in your car
it was like being home again.
We know what needs to come first. We know what needs to be handled first. We know what requires our attention first.