Escaping with the Escape
Long empty highway. Easy to test the limits. 90mph
Reached the snow line.
Driving in snow, stay in the wheel paths. No ice. Miles and miles…
Final turn into the driveway. Clipped the deep bank. Stuck in snow. Tomorrow’s problem.
Hanging out — someone else’s family. Everything normal.
Middle of night, while all is dark, much like a weighted blanket, George laid his heavy doggie head in my lap; nostalgia floods and especially nice in the present. But only lasted a moment.
Unstuck from snow, tow rope.
Driving home. Finding my pace car. Deciding when to chase the lead car.
Wanting to scream the radio, but there is only static or unwanted. I need more volume of rock and drums.
Need to select another pace car and follow them home. There are no pace cars in the real life.
Happiness is fleeting. It doesn’t last. Is it about surviving until the next time it happens?
Like, roundabouts are fun. That was five seconds of enjoyment.
Enterprise clerk asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
I replied, “Can I keep the Escape?”