A Drive

In the middle of the freeway a speeding car buzzes by. Me, My Love and Daisy trapped inside. Controls are loose but familiar. My love sleeps, molded into the passenger seat. Daisy has her head out the window, right flank. The green hills catch my eye. The sun gives them more texture than is usually seen, as if a source of light was buried deep within. The crown of the hill glows as if emitting light. Bach plays from the car radio, but it was not necessary in this moment. The sound track of life was playing at this time and even a magnificent composer of Bach's era could not match, the music that was being made in my head. The rhythms of the road, the wind that was heard, only because of the imperfections of design and the dog's cracked window, the radiating beams of solar fragments that could not really be heard, yet added to the orchestra. Fruit of any variation would have pleased me at that time. Fantasies suppressed. The record came to a screeching halt as the needle was pulled from it and a hand slammed down upon it. The dog, she was all over the place, head withdrawn from the outside, crushing her narrow head into the seat cushion cracks, blowing out throw her large drooling nostrils, and one large exhale and it was all over. That happened, I thought. My love stirs from her rest. "Daisy", I yell, as is the custom when talking to an animal or a close friend. She did not respond. I glance back, aided by the rear view mirror. Daisy is perched as could be expected, ears slightly out, nose straight forward, both eyes fixed on her master. Something repeatedly tried to escape through the windshield. It was a bee, a honey bee, I do believe. How did that get in here I wonder. Metallic, aerodynamic pill-like vessel traveling at seventy miles per hours does not usually offer the opportunity for insects to be collected. Ah. Hahaha(I laugh). The dog was the deliverer. Hahaha(my laughter continues). Have you ever ran into a shaded area, in the summer time, with your mouth left open. Well I have and the result of those multiple occurrences was a couple of flies in the back of my throat. I think My Love is right, Daisy and I do have a lot in common.