Nothing beats the feeling of driving in weather like today. Windows down, music loud, singing like you don’t give a damn who hears, it’s incomparable. For once in my life, I didn’t care that the minivan in front of me was going 25 in a 30 on a country road where you can easily get away with doing 50. My road rage shattered in some sort of weather-induced bliss. Despite the drizzle, I had both windows down all the way, sticking my hand out of the driver’s side and catching drops on my hand. The breeze was the perfect temperature for my light sweatshirt.
A few times I even caught myself with my head back, closing my eyes. That’s when you know you’re getting a taste of heaven, when you know, for those few seconds; you’re going to be safe enough to enjoy the perfection of the moment. Vision didn’t matter; it was just like my sense of feel took over. I haven’t experienced the awareness of feeling like I did today in a long time. It was like I could feel the breeze wrapping around my fingers and every raindrop collide with my palm.
The littlest of moments. Just another drive home from school on an overcast day. But days like today remind me that I am alive. I didn’t take those 20 minutes for granted. I realized that everyday I take those 20 minutes for granted. I’m usually still in the blahblahschool state of mind, and I don’t turn on my senses ‘til I’m home. How much time have I been wasting in that lull? I wish I didn’t. But today I can say that I lived. In the most average of moments, I felt every detail of my life like I was freeze-framed in that state of being.
So now I’m going to quit talking about it, and go sit on my balcony while it drizzles some more. I’ll crank my tunes once again and let myself fall into the depths of their meanings. Today, I surrender to this feeling, because I haven’t felt this good in awhile. I’m alive today, and with any luck I’ll live to see tomorrow.
Seriously, how lucky am I? I’m alive and young. I’m living. I’m the luckiest girl in the world, if nothing else but for today.
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