The window

It is always when I am riding in the car. With my arm hanging out the wide open front window, that I realize, the world can be calm. That the world is calm at that very moment. 

It is always when my arm is hanging out of the car window, the cold air running over my bear skin cooling not only my fingers, but my mind. 

It is always when the insects hit my hand and arm that I realize everything will be okay.

It is always when I feel the pressure of the air hold my hand, and when I feel the pressure and the cool and remember that it feels just like dipping your hand in deep water. And watching the ripples play on the surface....

It is always when I am in the car with the window open, my arm out, my hair down, that I feel the calm in the world wash over me. 

It is alway then that I wish I had.....

Wish I had...

I had...

I...