|Current mood:|| nostalgic|
i'm getting used to this drive. fight rush hour on the way home from work. [today i got lucky]
sit for a few minutes soaking in my thoughts and absorbing the day. smoke. read. then, get ready. the routine has become a fun process in itself. pack a bag. grab tomorrow's clothes, something to sleep in, a few essentials for morning. and hike it all out to the car.
knowing there will still be a traffic jam at 7:00, make sure to have a pack of cigs, a full tank of gas, and a lot of patience. because even though traffic is thick and what should take half an hour turns into more than twice that time, the cars on the other side of the highway are rolling smoothly.
driving used to be an enjoyable pasttime. a passion of mine. just the open country road, fields stretching far on each side. the sky, spread out as far as the eye can see. it was easier when the drive on the two-way street across town only took five minutes.
now, getting this is like a prize. this drive has an exceptionally happy ending point. because as soon as his face appears, nothing else matters.