I Love to Drive

I wrote this in 2018 and just another year later retired because I didn’t want to drive every day, I didn’t want to have to drive, but I still love to drive for fun.

I love to drive. I love to drive on a highway. I love to drive on a local road, through the woods, on an ocean shore or a river bank. I love to drive in a rain and even in a snow. I drove on ice, I drove without pavement, I drove so many cars that I lost their count. But more than anything else I love to drive in a middle lane on an empty highway in spring. Windows are open because it’s not cold any longer. The leaves on the trees are so young that the color is still this light green immature color and the smell, smell of the Белой Акации blossoms. I don’t drive too fast just 65 or 70; I may sing or listen to the radio, it depends on my mood. But more often my thoughts just go all over in all different directions and I forget that I am driving when suddenly I find myself in a place I can’t recognize. Now I have to find my way back to familiar road and get home.