As my fingers slide past the dash, gripping the wheel, I remember this feeling.  Its texture both foreign and familiar.  My foot soaks into the pedal like stepping into a warm bath.  A sudden change in gear, it’s vibrations penetrating my soul.  I’m engulfed by the car.  It becomes a part of me and I of it; an extension of my body. It moves as I move, our thoughts become one.  Is it the feel of driving or what it represents?  Freedom. The freedom to go anywhere at anytime. A turn here will lead me anyplace I so choose.

Looking in my rear-view I see no one behind, only streams and lights ahead. Amazing; like animals we flock together, moving as one. A school of fish working together to reach our destination.  Shifting and swaying with the currents that the freeways are.  One car breaks right, but soon another take its place.

Even sitting in traffic I feel humbled. Braced by the leather under me, and the sounds around me. My eyelids heavy, fall to my cheeks. I breathe deep soaking up the world around me.  Soft melodies grace my ears from the radio abruptly shattered by horns.  But I don’t mind, it only adds to the experience, the atmosphere of that world I so dearly miss.