The ride home
Posted Tuesday, May 11, 2004 @ 08:21 PM
The most beautiful part of my Tuesdays (if not my week) is the drive home from piano lessons. It is the one guarantied time of my weekly 168 hours when I am completely alone -- not waiting for a ride or sitting aimlessly with friends, not taking a moment to breathe in a stall of the bathrooms or in a house with people a few rooms away. The only agenda is a flexible one -- driving home.
And it's not so much that I drive instinctively around the six corners of Birmingham (cities are hexagonal, you know), or that I take the long way home. I usually just crawl in the car with my piano bag and go.
But the going is of a different kind. It is a more contented going -- a short ride of blithe moments of which I am the sole caretaker. They are not empty without conversation, but rather ridiculously filled with my singing along with whatever CD that happens to accompany me.
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i liked this.
14 May 2004, 2:29 PM.
well put. agreed.
i enjoyed monsoon wedding.
later.
16 May 2004, 8:40 PM.