
I drove 98 miles on a beautiful autumn day on a whim. 98 miles just because I could. When was the last time you got in your car, and for no other reason than because you really wanted to drive, you drove.
Theoretically, I had a purpose behind some of the driving but I chose during the act, to focus on the on the action rather than destination. Windows down, sunroof wide, music cranked - I drove down roads so familiar I was tempted to try them with my eyes shut. I sang, I danced, I shouted! But mostly I just drove.
And 98 miles later I arrived home.
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