I long to get in the car and just drive and drive. I’d roll down the windows and suffer the knotty consequences later. I’d turn the music up high and start to dream of what little roadside cafe should be my stop for lunch or for that matter dinner.
If you want to come along then come. We’ll talk of life and read each other stories or maybe not talk at all. We’ll just watch the highway stretch out in front. And be grateful for the company.