I jumped in my car and headed towards the freeway. Towards home. There was hardly anyone on the roads. I didn't hit a single red light. I put on my sunglasses, rolled down all the windows in my car and searched for the perfect driving music. I had energy for some reason, even though work and the loss of one hour of sleep due to the Daylight Savings switch had exhausted me. I needed something that catered to this pent up reserve of energy..............Metal?...........Heavy metal. I like metal but I rarely crave listening to it. But it seemed perfect. I put it on shuffle and trusted my I-Pod to choose what metal songs I needed. My I-Pod didn't disappoint. With absolute precision, every song chosen was perfect for my mood.
I drove down the freeway practically all by myself. There was hardly a vehicle on the road. I stepped on the gas driving at speeds I rarely see on my speedometer. The sun was shining down on me. The wind was blowing through my hair. My favorite metal songs blasted in the background. The thrill of the speed recharged my spirits. I can't describe it, but I felt......free. Life felt like it should feel; free of worry. Exhilarating. Liberated. For the 15 minutes I was driving home, I felt alive. All I wanted to do was keep on driving. Drive somewhere I've never been. Discover something I didn't know was there before. Listen to music until my heart got it's fill. Feel the wind through my hair just a little longer. Feel the sun on my face until the moon greeted my eyes.
But I couldn't. I had a real life to return to. I had people to see. Things to do. Tasks that needed my attention. My real life could not go unattended. It needed me more. I needed it more.
I realized that this time was not the last opportunity I had to feel this feeling. Summer was on it's way and I could feel all this again. My hair would be shorter by then. But all the same, I could replicate this experience as I do every Summer.
Soon. Very soon. I can have this for months at a time.
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