11/18/24

[newbornvisions]

One of my favorite things is to be passenger. 

I guess I'd forgotten that... It's a subtle joy? Pleasure? Blessing? To see you've memorized the way to campus from my house. We debated the drive there this morning; Do I drive you, or do you drive me, or do we accept that either option is frankly impractical and we should just drive our damn selves. When my car sputtered and yowled our question was answered. 

I know some of the songs you're playing. You know some of the movies I mention. Alchemy. 

I drive this highway every week and only now am I able to truly see it. The spring st 1/2 mile sign has an IBEAM tag right next to it! And the guardrail before exit 249D has that little spiral face guy I like sprayed on it. I like that I actually trust you enough to even look out of the window. I'm a chronic backseat driver, but you don't have to know that. 

God- I can't believe my car didn't start. It's in the back of my mind like an upcoming exam. I guess it had to be my turn eventually. Your car gave you absolute hell when we first started hanging out. Our first date somebody backed into you and didn't even leave a note. You put on a very brave face throughout dinner and I dropped noodles and beef on my face. Definitely your turn. 

You sound like a rocking chair banjo big big hug when you sing and as I write this the gravity of you pulls me in. I'm lucky I was in your orbit this morning. 

The dentistry billboards smile on us as we pass that place where that one person works and I remember that thing they did and when but I don't work there anymore and the leaves are all orange now.

 

Thank you for driving me.