22 Minute Musings

It's been a long day. It's been a long year. I'm tired tonight and I'm tired in general. My head hurts and I feel queasy. Probably coming down with something. There's really no time to get sick though. I'm on the road again. Heading somewhere I don't want to go but heading there all the same.

22 minutes. I'll be there in 22 minutes. That means for 22 minutes I'm not there. I'm here. Here and not there. Savor the sweetness of that truth. 22 minutes. So, for these 22 precious minutes, where is it, exactly, that I am?

The sun is setting to my left. A partial rainbow to my right. What a delightful curiosity. There's been no rain, so how can it be? Clouds. The clouds. Monstrous and everywhere on these winding backroads. Black Angus speckle vast pale yellow fields.

Picturesque.

Still quiet contentment seeps in and fills me. It's hard to pry my gaze from the fiery edged clouds of this evening's setting sun. In this moment I feel like I hold just the most beautiful of secrets.

Now- this very instant- now is more than enough.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words in the story.
"22 minutes. I'll be there in 22 minutes. That means for 22 minutes I'm not there. I'm here. Here and not there. Savor the sweetness of that truth. 22 minutes. So, for these 22 precious minutes, where is it, exactly, that I am? "
I understand the thoughts in the words. I left home and returned often in my life. Your words took me back to the road and timing the time till we are safe and sound. I enjoyed the story. Thank you for sharing the outstanding story. You left the reader with something to think about.
Coyote