I'll find you something to drive before you drive me insane

Drove my brand-new 2008 Toyota Corolla for two hours today, from university to home. Considering I'd only driven it once before it was a fairly scary experience. Although, the cd player enabling me to listen to Fick and Subhumans all the way was lovely.

I usually love the drive on my way home and hate it on my way back to university and more slavish classwork, but today I found myself concentrating on driving more than I have since my very first driving lessons.

I couldn't enjoy the wide sweeps of grassy plain, nor the horse farms scattered so plentifully over the landscape...
I couldn't savor the blueness of the sky as as the winds scuttled clouds here and there as they rushed from one end of the country to the other...
I barely noticed the hawks making leisurely turns over the rippling grasses, heads angled down, straining for a glimpse of a furry tail...
The smooth action of a brand new engine was wasted on me as I sweated, trying to watch the road and the speedometer simultaneously...

Hopefully I'll enjoy the drive back more, being more used to driving this strange being. I miss my Geo so much that it becomes unreasonable; at what point must we grow up and let the idols of our past slip away?
I have a beautiful brand-new car, and I yearn for the sweet familiarity of the car I learned to drive in, faded and shaky as it was.
I am growing acquainted with my Corolla, but I still have no idea if it is a he or she (my Geo was indubitably a he), and therefore cannot name it. I refuse to christen my car some androgynous name.
However, time will cure all ills, and the Corolla will one day have an identity and a name.

I'm off to dream of dark curls and a strong grasp; his kiss on my neck and voice in my ear...au revoir...

strawberries

I am craving strawberries like there is no tomorrow...I haven't had any in ages, and the mere idea of the sweet, juicy berries is enough to make my mouth water...

number the stars

Tonight, wherever you live, no matter how far you have to go or how many layers you have to wear, go outside at night and go look at the stars.

Look at them, really look at them, sprinkled liberally across the heavens, gleaming with health and beauty and all the mystery of the beyond. Organized in ever-changing patterns, they spell the secrets of the future and record the tracks of the past.

Beauty in her purest form.