Bright sun at my back. Open blue skies. The Hold Steady loud through the speakers. Noticing that trooper--thanks, guy in front of me--before I hit 80. No construction, no traffic, just wide open interstate stretched out for miles. Feels like summer. Feels like freedom.
I'm clearly still asleep.
It's just past six-thirty in the freaking morning, and I'm headed back to work.
Ouch!!!! This post HURT!!!
ReplyDeleteMy condolences on your return to work. May you find ways to enjoy your long commute!
Tina