the wind brings dust
Driving has always been a study in contradictions. It’s liberation and confinement. Capability and diffidence. Exhilaration and terror. More terror than exhilaration, sometimes. My dad scared me silly when I first learned how to drive, so now all I hear is his shouting when I sit behind the wheel. I’ve been intentional about driving more these days as part of my exposure work. I was surprised to find that I missed it. Even so, I’ll keep walking. A perk of living in a neighbourhood where everything is but a few paces away.