Racing down the road in the car (burning non-renewable fossil fuels and emitting carbon di- and mon-oxide) on a warm spring day (one of the first of the season) radio blasting the songs of my youth and age: Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Glass Tiger, The Beatles, Beyonce Knowles. Songs too stupid to confess to myself or anyone else the hum of joy, pure joy offered by the combination of music and motion. An overflowing feeling.
Dancing ridiculously in the car alone while zipping towards the horizon where the land meets a blue blue sky stacked full of thick fluffy clouds - brilliant and big, endless. One hand on the wheel, singing along to above mentioned songs.
Full of life and invincible and fabulous and free. The world is wide open and anything is possible.
It fades, of course. It cannot last. I exit left to enter a land of dust and wind and the smell of pig shit. I have arrived.
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thanks =)
So... did you get the pig you wanted? :)
No. No piggies for me. =)
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