empty nest meets the golden girls
I've been driving with my windows down a lot lately, letting every gust of wind in possible. Just passing through, not even considering most of the things I so often get distressed about. I mostly stare and simply watch everyone else deal with life; traffic, radios, the smell of the ocean, passengers, sirens, and sadly, even death. I feel as though I am just gliding through a mess, confusing myself even more with what directions a cool breeze might take me. I am taking advantage of these rides and rarely understanding them, but they really give me time to learn about myself, and begin to understand everyone else .