#gone driving

Gone Driving

Fall now, no escaping. First rain broke the spell, the hot dry promise broken by the downpour and the next day’s damp loamy smell.

The storm was brewing for at least a day, call it a change in barometric pressure but I sensed the ghost of the guy in 4A we lost in June. He was in his old room. The other nurse felt him too.

Happier now, this man. Kingdom come. Gone home one way people euphemize for dead. Crossed over, they will say, or passed on. I think of it more as simply gone.

But perhaps we get to revisit lost loves, favorite rooms, best afternoons when we are gone. A picnic lunch on Hampstead Heath in 1991, a night out on Camden Town.

That 2 a.m. proposal over a Chianti bottle, the stolen kiss with a boy I barely knew. Paris,  the spread out jewelry of her light - or maybe the spirit gets to do whatever feels completely right.

Mine will be taking a grand tour of the United States in an ivory 1956 Coup de Ville. No need for gas, rest stop, motel, just driving, top down, music blowing back all day and all night: San Francisco< to New York, south to Key West, through New Orleans and along the gulf coast, the livid dawns, the dusks, through every shade of white that the southwest desert glare burns and the sky turns as I head inevitably for the Pacific Rim, the breakers, and the high plunge off the cliffs

to the wild ocean, calling me home to drown.

Sorelle Amore: Friends, surf and beautiful cars (Porsche)

Friends, surf and beautiful cars. BTS in Portugal with Porsche (Gone Driving)

    Fontes/Sources:

Sorelle Amore – YouTube Channel

Porsche 718 T – YouTube – Sorelle Amore

Porsche 718 T – YouTube – Oskar…