The weather in Georgia, in August, is pretty horrendous.
I really hate going outside at all, even down the driveway to get the mail.
But the past two days have been glorious- no more than 85 degrees and much less humid than normal.
Today I drove downtown with the windows down and the music on.
It feels so wonderful to be able to do this, to breathe the fresh air, to feel the wind blowing all around me, to sing all the words.
I recently found some cassette tapes of music I listened to in high school. For whatever reason, albums that I don't currently possess on CD, and so haven't heard in some time.
Amazingly, all the words came back to me immediately.
Memories came flooding back of where I was when I heard these songs and people I was with that I hadn't thought of in years.
Twenty years ago, one of my pastimes was driving. I didn't actually have anywhere to go, I would just drive for a couple of hours and then come home. Several times I even drove to Savannah and back in one day just so I could see the beach.
I looooved driving. It helped me think or it helped me not to think; whatever I needed it to be.
I would roll all the windows down, smoke cigarettes, and enjoy the feeling of the wind and sun on my skin.
It was a time of freedom. I had no where to be, no one to answer to. I never had to explain where I was going or why I would drive with no destination in mind.
Everything was ahead of me then. I had to past.
No decisions to make, no IRAs, no aging parents, no mortgage, no guilt inducing rising gas prices.
Just drive.
So today I relived days from my past.
I drove down the same highway, listened to the same music, and for just a minute or two, I was 19 again.
1 comment:
That was beautiful!!!
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