The Carwash

For me it’s not that bumpin’ place with 70's music and disco balls – it’s my haven…for 2 minutes.

I roll up the windows. Put the car in neutral. Press play on the CD player. And breathe. Listening to the methodical swishing of the long soapy tendrils, I close my eyes and am taken elsewhere - a quiet place where my heart aches and reality feels millions of miles away.

Repeat

Over the past year, I don't think I've figured out anything about life's big questions. They just seem to be coming up again and again. If the last 12 months flew by, then what have I been doing?

Explanation

At some point, I need a bone...a star...a foghorn...just something.

So close...

So close, I can taste it.