January 23, 2004
Do you remember that feeling of complete freedom while driving? Driving a long distance, windows open; if you're driving, the music is pounding, and if you're the passenger, it probably is, too, but you have the added bonus of bare feet perched on the dash. Ultimate relaxation. I remember driving through New England and feeling this delicious way, indescribably powerful and alone, joyful in an exuberant way that I imagine must possess the truly faithful. I've never had much faith in anything but moments of joy like these. In New Hampshire. On Martha's Vineyard. Once driving through the California desert.