Wednesday, November 28
I romanticize driveways.0 comments
I spent a few minutes during this morning's commute trying to comprehend the special feelings I harbor toward an asphalt strip meant for parked vehicles. When I really think about a driveway, or write about a driveway, my stomach drops and moves in a similar fashion as a memory of first love or a fond childhood memory. My best conclusion is that the driveway represents a physical tranformation from the outside world into our personal space. To think of all the small but meaningful driveway moments we've had in our lives: watching someone drive away for the first (or last time), finishing a fabulous song before turning the engine off, being dropped off from a highschool dance, drawing midnight murals with chalk, using buckets of suds and sponges to wash the car, enjoying the warmth of asphalt on a summer night while counting stars, regrouping yourself after a difficult day or conversation, thinking about a prayer while making eye contact with the moon, shoveling fresh, glittery snow with anticipation of hot chocolate afterward, overloading your arms with groceries to limit the amount of trips neccessary between car and home. . . what are your driveway memories?
posted by Jenny Wednesday, November 28, 2007
