Baby, you can't drive my car

I love to drive, especially in the fall or spring. The cool weather changes the look of things. It's as if the world relaxes and takes a deep breath. There is more space, more air...the muscles of the world stop flexing and just...Be.
I put on some music that means something to me (Radiohead's The Bends reminds me of driving to marching band practice in the early mornings with my sister), turn on the heat and point it at my feet, roll down the windows, and sing to my heart's content. What a way to find some inner peace! The cares of the world just melt away and I feel free. I think it is the closest I come to flying: my hair whipping around in the wind, my hands in control of my destination, and my spirit unfettered. 
The changing of the leaves paints a background that matches my life right now. Everything is changing and it is hard not to miss the old lush green of life, but if I just take a moment to really look at all the colors, I realize how beautiful it all is. The slow death and decay is necessary. It is the way of things and try as I might, I cannot stop it. So, with my windows down and my toes toasty, I will embrace it. It won't be easy. There might be traffic, or stops for fuel, or even a breakdown. But I will remember that everything changes, and it's okay.


Reader, want to take a ride with me?