Your favorite place to be is - my car.
It instantly puts you in a holding pattern. It's hard to get work done in a car. Reading makes you sick. No texting and driving. A few minutes to think of a response, a couple hours of desperately needed space. Music as loud or quiet as you want, as upbeat or sad as you need. Especially late nights. No one to disrupt your thought process. Headlights sneak up and pass just as quickly. The only person who knows exactly where you are in the world. Hand sliding along the steering wheel, taking one turn and then another. Using the horn as your drum set. Tears fall just like the rain on your windshield. Buying you time.
It instantly puts you in a holding pattern. It's hard to get work done in a car. Reading makes you sick. No texting and driving. A few minutes to think of a response, a couple hours of desperately needed space. Music as loud or quiet as you want, as upbeat or sad as you need. Especially late nights. No one to disrupt your thought process. Headlights sneak up and pass just as quickly. The only person who knows exactly where you are in the world. Hand sliding along the steering wheel, taking one turn and then another. Using the horn as your drum set. Tears fall just like the rain on your windshield. Buying you time.
