It was a cold wintry February night, snow falling and wipers slapping the windshield. Brought back memories of mom who loved to ride in a truck on a snowy night. In the stillness and silence of a night is calming effect, which settles in your soul.
As I drove along I could hear her soft voice speak as an angel whispering, recalling golden memories of days gone by and dreamland for her. I think I felt lonely for her and lonely for myself, which I rarely feel lonely.
We would travel the back country roads, a scenic route and marvel at many homes and what was happening behind those closed doors.
Shadows of the tree's, cars, even a dog would run to the edge of the road to bark, hoping he wouldn't get to close and under my tire. You will see many creature of the night in the country, wild dogs, deers, rabbits, opossums, skunks, coyotes, bobcats on the prowl for field mice and some poor stray dog looking for a loving home.
But this night was so different, for I rarely drive at night if the weather is bad. Feeling peace, tranquility and a strong confidence in myself. I don't want to lose myself to the aging process, not yet any way. I liked testing my independence and strong will to assure myself, I'm still the same old me inside.
Snow was melting on the roads and beginning to freeze black ice, slowly I drove on home and felt much energized and amazing confidence.
Brenda Clark Pike