Sometimes when I’m driving, I pretend I’m on a road trip, in a foreign state or town. I imagine the houses are different and new, like something I’ve never seen. I drive down familiar roads with the windows down, wind swirling my hair into a tornado-mess, and the music up, bass thrumming through my bones. I forget I’m on the way to the grocery store or traveling the road to work. Instead, I am driving to you. My foot is on the gas and the way is open and for a minute, the known becomes a shadow, and I almost believe I’m free.
I thought of this post on my drive into town yesterday. Below are two songs that kept me company. It was a mellow mood. Enjoy!