Freeway Mind

I think it’s a hundred degrees out there. There goes my foot again, pressing on the brake. Stop go, stop go, creeping along the 101 freeway at four thirty in the afternoon is surely a gifted performance reserved for the L.A. masses.

Wow, look at that, a CHP parked right behind a brand-new Nissan Sentra. I think the traffic has nudged up another three feet, now I can see a couple of tall beer cans nicely placed on the roof of that new Nissan. Oh my gosh, there’s the driver sitting in the back seat of the CHP car. I wonder what is going through his mind.

Never mind, yep, I think that pretty much sums it up.

And the beat goes on, stop, go. Oh wow, we are beginning to move. Ah, clear sailing from here, what a serene feeling it would be to be sailing. Woops, brake again, it was only a small opening until the next congestion of cars come to a stop. What goes on in the minds of most of these drivers’ eager to make it home?

So many people with so much to think about, and I can’t help but wonder if there is enough time in the day to truly enjoy life. A human race, eager to reach their goal. That guy must be feeling really frustrated the way he darted out in front of that truck like he owned the entire road.

Imagine that, it’s a huge camping tent all perched up on the grass right next to the freeway guard rail. There’s a computer chair on wheels right next to the tent. It’s obviously broken, but still erect. A shirt hangs over the back of it as a man, a black man, stands shirtless a few feet away from the tent with a long stick in his hand.

He appears to be tilling the ground as if it were his garden. It is his home, right there in plain view stands a man without frustration or financial stress. He lives a life of contentment enjoying and appreciating the living ground beneath his feet.

It is a feeling most people save their money for all year long so they can feel it on an expensive weeklong vacation. It is a reality spoken about by many who win millions of dollars in the lottery. “I’m going to buy some land and enjoy my freedom,” they say.

It is the small opening right there amidst the daily congestion that enables you to grasp life in its purest form. It is a man, a simple man who lives on the other side of the “guard” rail mirroring back the hidden consciousness of thousands of weary commuters who long to feel that way too. A free way.

Freeway Mind, by author Patricia Huff. Copyright 2017

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