The Silence of Driving

Usually, I drive listening to a CD, audio book, or the radio. I lived for Sirius and The Martha Stewart channel, the Halloween and Christmas Channels, The Book Channel, etc. Yet, lately, I can't seem to listen at all. My head spins, or is too heavy. I crack the windows to let in the air that is finally cooler, and I drive. I sometimes feel like I'm on autopilot, but I've always been very good driver, with an fantastic safety record, knock wood, or the dash board. :) I almost grew up in cars, on great roadtrips across the country, into Canada and Mexico, in all kinds of weather. We had one or two "A Good Man is Hard to Find" "almost" situations, but nothing really bad ever happened to us, and we have the great memories and rock collections as proof of our travels. Now, I like to watch the leaves change, and feel the bite in the cool air. It is fun to speculate about the houses and business I pass at different times of the day, and to ponder what goes on there. My best driving skills were honed cruising yard sales; I learned quickly to read maps and plot a route. Now that the "season" is near its end, there will be other adventures to plot. At least, I hope so.