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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Road Trip

Why does the yellow line on the blacktop draw me, lure me, beg me to follow, until I’m somewhere I’ve never been, and night is blanketing the horizon? What is it that I’m itching to run to, so anxious to run from? Is it the basket of laundry waiting to be done? Is it the stack of bills, demanding to be paid? Is it the never slowing, always swinging pendulum of time that keeps tearing pages from my calendar without asking my permission?

I want to go.

I want to see something, discover something new, breath different air. I want to unfold the map, and follow the red line, or the blue one. I want to prop my bare feet on the dash and feel the wind in my hair. I want to watch you in the driver’s seat, gaze upon your profile for hours as the telephone poles whoosh by in perfectly timed rhythm. I want to hold your hand as we listen to the radio, until static drowns out the station, and I have to hunt to find another with the right mix of music for this traveling mood.

I want to marvel at a sunset from a different hillside. I want to cool my feet in water that I’ve never waded in before---a river, a lake, the Pacific Ocean. I want to gaze upon a field of wildflowers, in colors that aren’t native to my own back yard, and watch the fireflies dance along the grassy roadside at dusk. I want to number the boxcars as they cross the highway, a hundred or more, while we sit idling behind the barrier---shafts of setting sunlight flashing in the spaces between each one. I want to wave at the man in the moon as he watches us---traveling a long, deserted highway at midnight.

I want to sit in a new city, at a sidewalk café and write about the strangely dressed people who are hurrying down the street. I want to eat in a diner that looks rather questionable, order the blue plate special and drink from a chipped coffee cup. I want to hear the chatter of voices with a different accent. I want to buy dollar postcards of places I’ve never been and address them to friends I haven’t heard from in ten years or more. I want to drop them in a roadside mailbox, and laugh at the image of their faces when they each see the message I’ve printed on the back side ---- watch them try to recall the person they used to know. I want to buy silly souvenirs, and boxes of salt-water taffy. I want to listen to the sounds of traffic from a hotel room window, lying in your arms and wondering where everyone is going.

I want to go---I want a road trip.

Can we?

1 comment:

Childlife said...

Oh, now you've got me restless too - lol! That was a fun ride, and I hope you get some pleasant travels in this summer.

Sorry I've been MIA lately, it's been kinda crazy around here but I'm hoping to catch up in the blog world this week.

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