Tonight, the extra bonus of staying out late with good company: the cab ride home. Alone, racing with the train over the Manhattan Bridge, cool night streaming in the window, the glowing necklace of the Brooklyn Bridge cables, full moon hanging in thick air, and soon to bed.
posted by ttractor @ 12:05 AM
3 Comments:
this is also so wonderful with the top down on the beater convertible. I think, with the right person riding shotgun, I could drive long loops of highway, bridge, highway, deep into the night...from the Brooklyn Bridge down the BQE to the Verrazano, the Goethals to the Turnpike, the GWB down the FDR to the Manhattan Bridge...the thrum of pavement, the whoosh of cables, the smell of the water.
I've been away too long
your words - images are like oxygen to this poor scattered boy
what you describe above - I call it the driving cure
I'll leave to my favorite brilliant lost Maine folksters to describe: Tree By Leaf
"Don't take it all upon yourself my friend.
We can drive this night until the concrete ends"
hmmm. there was a time when I did the Driving Cure often, just drive straight out into the country for mile after mile, then turn around and come back. Perhaps I should start up again (and I am glad to see you back).
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