Today is a long drive to Omaha.
There was a time after coming home from Prague (for a 2nd time) that I used to drive for long hours for work. Five hours a day through rural Illinois and Wisconsin. At the time I remember feeling nothing but impatience. Now I look back and see the creativity that came out of that boredom and the freedom of being alone.
Sometimes I have this urge to get in my car and drive. Just drive for hours, days, weeks – not because I love driving, but because of the spontaneity and autonomy that it provides. Because that time in my life represents freedom. There’s a hard to define beauty in freedom. It’s a sensation that no amount of aesthetic beauty (art, human, nature, or otherwise) can compensate for.
