Sad music at work today and I miss that feeling of being on the road and always in between two places – leaving something behind for the overripe potential of the next. The adventures are always amazing and we get to forget the worst when we retell them to our friends.
That’s what it felt like today when I caught up with that person you fall in love with when you’re 16. I wish I hadn’t thrown that letter you wrote me but I was so upset. There were pictures you had drawn me too. You said you felt guilty for things you had said and done. I had forgotten, I said. And I had – all that was familiar sitting across from me in the art cafe were faint outlines of your school boy mannerisms. The whole time your hands were shaking to roll cigarettes and you were talking twenty miles an hour.
And I think of this picture I took of my friend’s dashboard and can’t wait to be back driving through the hills and sand and further away from being that saving person for someone, everyone, whatever and more into the unknown.