I would of course never do it. But there is a part of me that runs away with my imagination to far off places. Where I'm free and have no one expecting anything from me. And the bigger part of me that loves my family so much it sometimes hurts and how could I ever think about driving and driving, never looking back?
I see a shoe on the side of the road and wonder just how someone managed to lose one shoe. Where is the other? Maybe the result of a quick get away, or just thrown from a moving vehicle. I wonder how someone could just be walking along and their shoe- laces and all- just comes off and they keep on going. It didn't belong, but it so belonged. They must not have looked back.
I do not feel guilty for my thoughts last night. I just drive and get my groceries and head home, opposite the purple sky, away from the road that was calling me.