No Rush

I see what I want to see.

Driving down the highway, on my first outing since Sunday, I watch the cars around me. Hundreds of people from all over the country surround me, but my eyes are really only looking for one. It’s what I do. It’ll wear off.

Construction pops up and traffic slows down. Usually a reason for me to feel annoyed. Gawkers, no other reason for the hold up. There are still two lanes open, but people seem to automatically slow down way below the required fifty miles per hour. This time it doesn’t bother me. I see a flash of blonde hair, a bit wild and unruly. Could it be? No.

Turning on the computer I read my email, check out my blog, look at a few other things. A recently discovered site catches my attention, the stories are well written, with a familiar style, but again I wonder if it is only my wanting that makes them seem so.

So, is it better to live in the land of hope and possible make believe, or is it better to grab reality by the scruff of its neck and force myself to move on?

It doesn’t really matter. I will do what I will do no matter what. And since it doesn’t really hurt anyone, why not? I’ve always allowed my imagination full reign.

It’s been a beautiful year, but gone by too quickly. Now it is over and time will take care of the moving on, it always has. No need for me to rush things along.