You have a lot on your mind. Some of it’s good, some of it’s bad. Either way you just want to clear your head. So you get into your car after work and start driving home.
You turn a different way than normal. You drive until you find a road that you don’t recognize and you turn. Maybe it’s right or left, it doesn’t really matter.
You keep driving. You drive until you’re on a road that you can drive freely on. Perhaps it’s an empty highway or a lone country road. There are no other cars around and no stop lights. You just keep driving.
You take turns periodically, just to liven things up a bit. Maybe you don’t, whatever – it’s your journey.
You fumble with the radio, trying to find the song that your soul needs to hear so you can start healing. Amazing how the right song can change you. You don’t know what it is you need to hear, but you’ll know it when you hear it.
It’s beginning to get dark out and a few raindrops are beating down. You turn your lights on. You flick your windshield wipers on. They swipe across, wiping the rain away.
The street is all glittery now. Everything glistens in your headlights. The scenery is dark, glittery and empty. Everything seems darker in the rain. And yet, there’s a beautiful, eerie iridescence to it.
Finally, that song you need comes on the radio. For a few blessed seconds, the world seems to stop. The thoughts leave your mind and your soul feels warm.
And you cry. Or you don’t, it’s of no importance. But you start to feel better. And as the song ends and you stop crying (if you ever started) you realize it’s time to go home. So without even knowing the way, you find your way home.
The lights are reflected back brightly in the black, liquid puddles on the asphalt. The tires splash through sending droplets of glitter scattering through the air.
You get home, turn off the radio and fumble for your keys.
You walk to your front door feeling lighter. Less thoughts cluttering up your mind.
Maybe you even feel a little free.
And you won’t tell anybody because it’s a secret.
A secret between you, the road, and the radio.
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