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Head tilt and synchronize


When I get utterly bored I go for a drive. I take the car, turn up the music and hit the roads. And if its warm enough outside, I open the windows and let the breeze stroke my face.

 I like driving. I like the feel of independence and being able to go wherever I want. Maybe it sounds contradictory, but when you’re on the roads, the world feels even bigger.

 The car is my cubicle from which I observe my surroundings. I breath in freedom and exhale all negativity.

 Time is a value in abundance when the wheels roll. Isn’t it the theorem of Einstein relativity dictating: moving objects experience time slower?

 The car option is the short cut solution to feel freedom in a matter of minutes.

 My ancestors have lived on horseback for centuries on the windy steps of central Asia. Maybe it’s this hard-wired feeling of freedom in our gen pool that in confrontation of the modern lifestyle finds a calming warmth within a similar activity, namely on the “back” of the modern age’s horses, the automobiles.

 On the freeway I stretch my hand out and let it glide on the wind. The invisible force encompassing my palm triggers a feel of security within. I look through the front window and for a glimpse of a moment everything makes sense and the troubles of the day loosen their grip on my throat.

 The blue of the sky vibrates and the light of the sun paints the highlights a bright, warm yellow. A play of warm and cool widen my portals to the world. The mistakes I’ve done now vanish, washed clean by the tears my eyes now release. I am a free man.

 Before I return home I look up - through the window on the top I observe the blue sky. I am on the freeway still. There is something else up in the sky, just above my car. A swarm of birds, flapping their wings, flying in the same speed the car moves. And there I am, head tilted and in synchronization with the universe.

 A spark of being alive - I feel alive. I am a free man. 

 PS: OK, this is, sadly, below 500 words, but this was more about conveying my emotions of a "glimse of a moment" experience. Enjoy. :)
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