The Drive

As she pulled away from the house her soul felt a million times lighter.  She was leaving it all behind.
No more dancing in the shadows of her memories.  She would be herself now - free.
She drove for a little while in silence.  Respectfully stopping at lights and crossings.  Paying heed to the comings and goings of the ordinary world, she drove slowly.
It was spring time.  Although the sun had dipped there was still a wonderful freshness in the air, as if the air sparkled.  She opened the car window letting in the chilly that felt so good.
As she hit the open road, she saw it was quiet.  She smiled and pushed down her foot on the accelerator.  Yes!  She could drive how she wanted - no need to keep up with any one else's pace.  She turned on her music and smiled and put her foot down on the accelerator.  Woo hoooooooooooooooooooo!
Music, wonderful music.  She played it loud and she played it proud.  It didn't matter.  The roads were so quiet, no-one to hear her wailing at the top of her voice.  She didn't care if she couldn't sing that well.  It was fun to let it all out.  Weeeeeeeeeeeee!  It felt good.
Trees rushed past the window.  She saw the fading light show of the sun in the distance and marvelled at its magnificence.  Weeeeeeeeeeee!  This moment felt good.
Here she was.  Driving.  Music.  The sun glorious.  The air divine.  The wind rushing through her hair.  Alive.
And it didn't matter anymore.  None of it.  It was all behind her - all of it.  She left it behind as surely as she had intended.  It was done.  The decision had been made and now she could live her life.  HER life.
An elderly farmer watched the car whizz past.  He could hear her shouting and he smiled - she sounded happy!  He knew that feeling and laughed to himself at the simplicity of life sometimes.
She drove and drove for hours.  She didn't know how long it would take to get home but she'd told them she wasn't going to rush.  She knew they'd be there with open arms, waiting for her, with love in their hearts.
Until then, this drive was her adventure.  How she loved the feel of the open road.  The feeling of being alive.  Of being free.  Of dancing to the music.  Of just being there, in the moment, blending with the car, the steering wheel, the trees and bushes that rushed past, the setting sun, the stars above.
Life truly was magic and she wondered how she had ever come to forget that.  When the cotton wool was stripped away, it truly was divine and she revelled in the wonder of the beauty of her planet she called home.
Yes - life was good.