It Happens To Me Too

I had a wonderful time driving with my son one Saturday a while ago. You know how it is. You’re driving in the country and come upon a small town with one-lane down the main drag (well, ok, two lanes, but they feel like one). Your son is driving, getting the feel of the road (that’s why you’re driving in the country and not on some crowded city street). He carefully puts on turn signals (in the country) and starts slowing down three blocks before an intersection (in the country). And you. You’re lazily watching the scenery amble by, fully confident of your son’s driving (in the country), when all of a sudden you see it! It is beauty beyond beauty and you sit up and scream, “TURN HERE TURN HERE!” And your son stiffens and the road swerves…but not in the direction you want it to. And the one lane becomes even smaller and your son yells, “MOM, DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN.” And you look longingly behind you as ….

….the most beautiful brick wall fades into the distance. And your son clutches the steering wheel. And you watch the brick wall disappear…out of sight…and you sigh. You know what I’m talking about. It happens all the time. Right? I thought so. It happens to me, too.

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About Dezra Despain

Life is full of stories waiting to be revealed.

Posted on June 1, 2011, in Photography, Wanderlust. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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