Driving into the sunset, the angle just so the world drops. I could change my name to Thelma if there was some one to hold my hand. Wings on the water, devils and angels on the radio. Me, drained and ready to take the back road. While enjoying the ride, I forgot to drive. I don't like this road, it's too fast. Everyone else is on it. I can't see the sun set anymore. Hurry, hurry. I get off of that road. I mosey. I dawdle. I take notice. On one corner I see a Father and his daughter wait for the light to change, she laughs as he playfully yanks her arm, her backpack pushing her hair forward. Next corner I see a young man in a wheelchair ready himself for the bus, his expression is not one of joy. I imagine for the next few blocks how his days will be in the winter months coming soon. I see teenagers cuddling on benches, elder dog walkers and many kids walking home from school. So much more happened. So much more. I get to keep those sights, sounds and smells. They are mine now. I took a drive.