I spend a significant amount of time driving.
A lot of days I think it may be my saving grace,
this time away and alone,
to think and do as I please.
And it's not as though I am bound by city traffic, or stoplights, or, you know, regulations.
Instead, I weave through East Texas at 70 miles per hour,
dodging trucks and tractors and trailers,
with my windows down (still no air-conditioning) and my music up.
Perhaps it reminds me that I'm still free,
that I'm still able,
and that I'm still,
p.s. At this point, I've logged lots of hours in the car. If you need any kind of music/podcast recommendation, I'm your gal. Email (firstname.lastname@example.org) and I'll see if I can't help change your driving lives.