I roll down my car windows as I’m driving down one particular road on my way home. The wind breezes through my hair as I lean my head to the left, letting the strands whip my face. My worries are thrown into the back as the sun’s evening rays warm my face and chest.
I have one hand resting on the wheel and the other stretched out to the side, into the wind. My fingers involuntarily curl and uncurl, trying to catch a hold of the wisps of warm air embracing my hand. I start tapping the wheel to the radio, and soon I’m singing along as I gaze out into the fields. I feel contentment – delight even, as I allow nature to wrap its arms around me, my head resting on its chest. I turn forward and take in the road ahead of me, the sign gliding past me, the brown horse raising its head to gaze at me.
A smile slips onto my sunlit face and I feel untouchable freedom – my moment. The sky, the clouds, the way the sun bounces off of the green fields, it’s all beautiful.
Tobacco fields on both sides of the road let me know that I’m almost home. My favorite road only lasts for a couple of minutes, but when I’m on it at my favorite time of day, I’m flying.
