2 posts tagged “driving”
Spent much of the day in Wimberley with the sis and her boyfriend.
I bought a couple of frivolous things.
And tried on a couple of beautiful little dresses I was hoping to buy for next weekend. No luck though; still looking for the right stuff.
We window shopped and browsed here and there, poking our heads in to a couple of galleries. The rustic, but intricate metalwork we saw was brilliant, and I found a new artist I absolutely loved...what caught my eye were giant, angular pieces of glass hung as outdoor sculpture. They just took my breath away for some reason. I was so startled, I neglected to take out my camera.
We left around five and I headed home for a bit. After some research and advice from a friend, I bailed on tentative plans to go see a show in Austin tonight, but then spent half the night kicking myself for not going. [Tell me, Austinites--does the Austin Music Hall suck as bad as they say it does?]
And now it's a quarter till two and the carpool leaves in just over five hours. Should be in bed, but I'm up...jazzed and inspired, posting in 2 places at once. Listening to a song off another someone's blog...repeat, repeat, repeat.
It's the kind of song that feels like me...I'd forgotten about it until he sent it last week and it struck deep down in memory. Strange what music can do...
It feels like driving in El Paso at sunset, through the bustling wasteland of Central and around the potholed streets of downtown, on Paisano past the bridge, heading west on the Border Highway to Santa Teresa, blood-orange golden light blinding me through the windshield, Mt. Cristo Rey in the distance, and the pastel painted colonia homes across the river, then between the Franklins on Transmountain Road, emerging near Ft. Bliss, past the graves of old soldiers where my grandfather stays, and still on to the east side...a thousand memories of childhood haunts and hauntings, kisses and tells, shattered dreams and shots of adrenaline and luck racing in the dark...and this song and its kin blaring on KLAQ to drown out the wind of the open windows. I'd be screaming or crying or singing at the top of my lungs and generally marveling at how fucking alive I feel.
I feel like that a lot lately. I roll down the windows and let the wind tear at my hair and it feels like my heart will burst inside I'm so much on fire with thoughts and plans and passions streaming out in all directions. I'm my own supernova right now...I can hardly be expected to go to bed.
"long ago, and far away.." she sings on, my late a.m. gold songstress. bittersweet to hear her voice, but the sun is shining and i'm looking out the windshield at a cloudless sky, so i smile and sing along.
moments later she fades out and the next song comes up. my mouth gapes and i give the radio a reproachful look, but i love the song and i go with it. "maybe i think too much, but something's wrong...maybe i shouldn't think of you as mine..."
the perfect oldies mix rolls on and on, past rudy's barbecue and the turnoff to gruene, down highway 46 - one of many memory lanes - a long and winding road. i could be sobbing, but i'm not...i'm dreaming and i'm hopeful. i have to trust that love and god will find a way.
i drive on in the bright white of midafternoon blazing down on the hill country, goat farms and pet resorts slip by and the radio signal dips for a moment, and then...
"i'm going where the sun keeps shinin', through the pourin' rain..."
and the sun keeps shining...
