"i am driving up 85 in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon, just stuck inside the gloom. four more exits to my apartment, but i am tempted to keep the car in drive and leave it all behind..."
monday. late afternoon. just after working that nine to five, i hop in my car, roll down the windows so i can breathe, and turn up the radio so that it's all i can hear. the streets are busy with cars hurrying home from a tiring day at a job that 75% of them probably hate. the stoplights are working overtime. the heat is relentless.
nothing out of the ordinary... as i entered onto the freeway i kept my windows down. maybe it was because i liked the feeling of the warmth on my skin. i think mostly it was because i liked how the wind blew by so fast it shut out all of the noise around me. i could hear nothing except for the bass of the radio and the other cars rushing by. i couldn't even hear myself think. that was actually the best part.
if i could be granted one wish at this very moment, i'm pretty sure the one thing i would ask for is an endless supply of gas for my car so i could drive with the windows down on the freeway for as long as i wanted. it's probably a waste of a wish, but i think that would make me feel better.
it's important to get lost every now and then. and i guess not to just get lost in the geographical sense, but i guess what i'm talking about is more like... losing yourself. i think it's important to lose yourself now and then. not completely, just enough so that you won't drive yourself insane. to let all of your thoughts, your insecurities, all of your reservations about life in general get lost in the wind.
it feels nice. even if it is only for 15 minutes on your drive home from work.