After a day of reading and yard work, I had to head over a friend's house to do feed her cat. When I finished that, I got back in the car and sat in the driveway for a minute or two. I didn't feel like going home yet or doing something social.
I just felt like driving. I get these urges to drive and drive sometimes, especially in these early summer months.
Nothing too crazy--just over to Martinsburg to pick up some dinner--but that 35 minutes or so in the car was relaxing: freeing and peaceful and just a touch of something verging on the good kind of melancholy.
My driving soundtrack, which was kind of perfect:
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