Behind the Wheel

It is hard to articulate the freedom that I feel behind the wheel.  As I join the flow of traffic I am you and you are I, only our cars distinguish us amongst the crowd and even then we are both the same.  Yet driving is also death incarnate – the flurry of life in flux and of life taken at a moment’s notice.  I fear gross trauma, the savaged limb and the non-beating heart.

Yet, even with this fear encapsulated within my bosom, I still love the freedom that the four wheels bring, even as we are constrained by the tarmac and by the signs.  It is a chance to listen again to a favourite CD in its entirety, to revisit a band’s discography.  It is the time to make me fall in love once more.  It is the time to get to know my co-workers that much more, to have unfettered conversations not sanctioned by the workplace.  It is the time to cruise the dark streets alone on my midnight journey home, heading back to the family dwelling.  It is the time to think of the luxury of a life half-lived.

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