A solitary road trip gives one cause to pause, propelling forward at break neck speeds, thoughts tumbling, jumbled by the wind. This was most neccasary, much needed time alone with myself, time to ponder. I have wondered as of late the roles certain people have in my life, how relevant are they, is there any sense of permancy to be had? Perhaps this was my precise moment to wind down my social whirl wind, get out of dodge and reconcile a few things. I know I was craving this drive, so familiar,such a sense of sabatical looming in the lines that blurred past. The down time the weekend had in store was the perfect compliment to all that I had immersed my self in as of late.
My distance traveled was measured in the accumulated crusts of bug carcasses upon my windshield, a sure sign of Spring. Knowing every bend and dip of route 1 allowed me a certain freedom, leaning into each curve I know so well, pressing my foot upon the accelorator, darting through small clumps of vehicles, never loosing momentum, easing between those that seemed in my way, the twighlight loomed ahead, out of reach for me to chase. The wind rush knocked the sounds of blaring music in an ebb and flow that seemed so amusing, almost lyrical, lending a haunting quality to tunes that seemed to match the speeds I crept upon. I counted the years I have traveled this route, and the events that marked them, it seemed impossible that so much has been jammed into a scant 7 years. The friends, the lovers, the yearnings, so few are still present, and even fewer I wished had remained. The only consistancies are that of why I drive these roads, my destination and so much of the songs I catterwall, the soundtrack of these roads.
As I pulled onto route 24, the pockets of congestion thickened, breaking my concentration on my issues at hand. The lines of cars before me were so evenly spaced ahead, it was if I were in line for a funeral procession. An odd thought indeed, perhaps merely signifying nothing more than the end of another trip, soon to be home, enjoying the much needed company of the person who matters the most,and I see the least. I felt my mind slow and calm as I pulled into the crunchy drive way, smelling freshly pulled earth and the hint of the previous rains. Time to relax, to reconnect and rejuvinate and drift effortlessly to the slumber of the angels