The Drive
I play soccer on Thursday nights, usually in the South Bay with a bunch of guys who I met through a former co-worker. It's so late when I get done that I can't take a reasonable train back so most Thursdays I just stay at a friend's house. Since I am going to Phoenix later today, I decided I'd drive up last night, and so got to watch the sky get darker and the horizon get oranger (orangertan?) and listen to Obama's speech at the close of the DNC. As the coverage ended I turned down the volume and drove with the windows down.
As I drove through San Mateo county I was surprised that even on the freeway I could smell the trees on either side of the road and it seemed from the nearby hillsides. The road noise faded away and it was almost dark with all of these sweet scents in my nostrils and I got really confused and suddenly emotional. Getting old is a real emotional roller-coaster.