Driving home

There is an interstate I travel here in the Lowcounty, an east-west exchange. From certain glimpses, in the right early evening light, this stretch of road reminds me so much of an interstate in my native New Jersey, I am nearly transported back there.

I suppose it’s not shocking that one Southern interstate could mimic one so far North. Maybe it’s a bit of nostalgia. I imagine taking the exit that would eventually lead to my childhood home. I park the car in the driveway, walk up to the screen door to see my Dad sitting in his favorite chair inside, tapping his corn cob pipe empty of old ash.

Not that all of this makes sense. My Dad stopped smoking years before I could drive. The pipe and he both gone. The house no longer ours.

But the drive home with green leaves of trees half lit by early fall sun brings it all back.

I see the very first hint of color in a tree. I watch for the sky to move into its deeper blue. I wait for the heat’s reprieve.

These are the days worth gathering up by the armful. I stack them like good firewood in my mind.


15 thoughts on “Driving home

  1. We’ve a mutual admiration society going then. The sense of deja vu you describe on the particular stretch of Interstate here, is exactly how I fee when I drive on Main Street in Summerville. Not only does the road transport, but the senses do to.

  2. thank you for the great reminder, JB. those intimate moments are the most valuable things to us in loving, living and learning. when they come out of nowhere, use them for whatever you need. then smile for the happiness it brought you then and the precious keepsake it brings you now – that you were loved, you are loved and you will be loved.

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