The drive home

It's one of those days. I've been inside at work for hours and am just now leaving. As I walk out to my car I close my eyes and soak in the sunlight and warmth. It's all so beautiful. I know I use that word a lot, but so many things are, and I don't always have my handy-dandy Thesaurus with me.

Getting into my car, I turn on the radio and roll down the windows. It's the right weather to drive with the windows down instead of having the A.C. on. It's sunny and warm, but not too humid.

"And I want to thank you
For giving me the best day
Of my life
And Oh, just to be with you
Has given me the best day
Of my life"

That Dido song is very calming right now. Even though I have to turn it up so I can hear it over the sounds of the road, it's worth it.

I take the back roads home. Less traffic and traffic lights, more time to just sit, think, and enjoy the ride. It takes me about 20-30 min. to get home, so it's some time for me to be alone and and sort stuff out in my head.

I start thinking about what I need to do when I get home. No doubt I'll help out with dinner. Maybe afterwards I can go out and pick black raspberries or help in the garden. I haven't been outside much this week because of work, so I jump on the chance to be somewhere other then the house.

"Blue on black
Tears on the river
Push against shove
Don't mean much

Joker on Jack
Match on fire
Cold as ice
Or a dead man's touch

Whisper or a scream
Doesn't change a thing
Won't bring you back
Blue on black"

These red lights are messing up my groove. Stop and go when I just want to drive. Less then 10 min to home. Side roads become main roads, and I end up back with perfect lawns and made-to-order houses. Everything smells like fresh cut grass. I guess that's the upside to suburbia.

I pull into my driveway as The Killers "Smile Like You Mean It" is playing on the radio. Maybe I'll pop in that c.d. on my way to work tomorrow. I'll take the back roads again and roll down the windows. Best part of the day is the drive home.