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12/13/10

What you think about while you drive

 

A lot of times I’m either worrying about being late, or savoring the fact that I don’t need to worry about that.

 

There’s always a lot to do, and the only way to get it all done is by cutting it too close.

 

But when I’m not in a hurry I savor it. I like watching the changing planes; watch how objects that are far away slowly weave across, while the ones in front speed by like comets. The different speeds, the way they weave behind and between, it really reminds me of a loom and shuttle.

From a distance the trees look like a rolling carpet. I imagine walking across it like a giant as tall as mountains.

But lately I’ve become the white rabbit, “I’m late, I’m late”.