The Road Home

Usually, when I drive home to see my parents I find the 2 hours useful to stress about all the other things I need to be doing that the act of driving prohibits...editing photos, paying bills, christmas shopping, BLOGGING, etc. But then there's that rare trip that I hit Highway 474 right as the sun is going down - and the air is cool and Tom Petty is blasting on my radio and I roll all the windows down and sing at the top of my lungs while my hair whips itself into a frenzy and I could care less about my list of things I "need" to get done. When that perfect combination of hair whipping, good tunes and magic light happens, I try to remind myself to put "shut your mouth and enjoy the moment" at the top of my to-do list.