November 19, 2007

  • I first posted this in 2005.  It popped into my mind recently . . . and I found it while poking back through time.  :)   Every once and awhile . . . I have a moment.  This was one of those. 

    _ripples__by_frozen_dreamz

    MY DRIVE HOME

     

    The day was beautiful . . .
    golden sun lay it's warmth like a blanket over the afternoon.  Humidity
    thickened the air, giving a hint of the rain to come.  Leaves moved
    gently with the wind, adding a soft sparkle.  The sing-song of birds
    joined the soft fluttering of the leaves, and thunder purred in the
    distance, a promise of the oncoming storm. 

    I drove home, windows open,
    breathing in the heavy air, relishing in the smell of cut grass mingled
    with humidity and hot pavement.  As I drove, the air grew thicker, and
    everything seemed to prepare for the oncoming storm.  The grass seemed
    to stretch up to the sky, waiting for the silver nectar that would
    nourish it.  People and animals scurried about, putting away lawnmowers
    and lawn furniture, finding nuts and running for home, the robins on
    the ground, awaiting the worms that would rise to the surface in
    anticipation. 

    Finally lightning slashed the
    sky, sizzling through the darkening atmosphere.  The large thunderheads
    labored above, lazily blocking out inch by inch of sunshine.  Thunder
    cracked, smashing through the peace of the afternoon.  The thunderheads
    swelled overhead, threatening to burst at any moment, and a quiet stole
    over the woods and the fields, awaiting the impending storm.  I rolled
    up my windows just as the first splashes of rain pelted my windsheild. 
    The skies opened, and the clouds let loose their life giving serum, as
    I sped home across the slickening roads.  My windshield wipers beat
    fast across the glass, trying to slash at the never ending downpour
    that fell in a crystal torrent over my car.  As the rain fell, I could
    see the sun forcing its way through the pregnant clouds, peircing the
    dull grey with radient gold.  It highlighted the grass, so yearning for
    the nutrients, but being weighed down by the delivery.  The golden
    beams pushed harder, and slowly the blackness retreated, leaving
    multi-colored clouds in the sky, backlight by sunfire.  Liquid gold
    dripped from the trees, and pooled on the ground, giving the world a
    reflective quality.  I opened my windows again, only to meet a cool
    breeze, and the fragrant smell of freshly fallen rain.  The fresh, yet
    musky smell filled my head, and lifted my spirits, as my tires spit
    across the wet pavement.  Slowly, tendrils of steam began to rise off
    the pavement, caressing my car as I passed by, giving the moisture back
    into the air.  The cool air touched the pavement, and whispered to the
    newly fallen rain, coaxingthe now warm gift of the sky back towards its
    home.  Soon, I drove through a fairy tale, and I waited for a glimpse
    of a unicorn through the silken mist.  The birds began their roll call
    as the mist rolled off the pavement, enveloping my car, invading my
    space, surrounding me.  It was hot and heavy, and I breathed it in,
    letting it fill my lungs, spreading a warmth through me despite the
    cool bite in the air. 

    Now I sit here, giving
    you all a small slice of my day.  My windows are open, and the air is
    even cooler . . . a small breeze will blow through, telling me to
    change into something warmer.  I just can't seem to bring myself to do
    that.  I almost enjoy the feel of the cold air whispering around me,
    teasing me with the threat of goosebumps.  I'll enjoy sleeping tonight.