August Break: Reading Light

Late night on the road. Car packed to roof, two panting dogs, three restless boys, one cranky husband (an overtired wife), too much brotherly bickering, one whining with a headache, a spilled sticky drink, a bathroom accident.

I’m guessing I’m not the only one in that car that has the thought then, of how I’d rather be anyplace else than trapped in this airless metal box with the most annoying people on earth? Get. Me. Out. Of. Here.

But sometimes, when the car is soaked in darkness and everyone has settled into themselves, it can be golden. Quiet, dark, peaceful, with my most beloved, going places, together.

Then, I feel lucky, full, certain I have everything I want and need right here. I can hear myself think, feel my heart beating, thinking I’m exactly where I want to be.