Car Sanctuary

Sometimes I feel that my car is my sanctuary. It is a place where I can sit alone, listen to music and relax. My mind can be as free as I want it to be. Yesterday I went to Brooklyn to stay with my mother while my father was at dialysis. It took 1 hour and 20 minutes to drive 35 miles. I didn't  mind it because it was time alone with myself. Moving slowly and humming with the radio. By the time I got to their house I was happy and calm. I had a nice day making sure that my mother had her needs attended to. The hour ride back was like the drive in. Smooth and quiet.