The Interstate of Life

        A warm spring breeze under big fluffy clouds. The soft and gentle sunlight dancing to the hum of my radio. Small curious hands swimming outside the window as I cruised along the double laned river. Giggles and smiles are shared as well as snacks and drinks. This moment is the best. I feel as if my car has wings and we are riding the Pegasus of the interstate. Suddenly, little hands jerk back into vehicle. Giggles and smiles become stiff, and I am grasping the wheel at ten and two. Our warm spring breeze becomes a rushing herd as a vessel of eight-teen wheels roars by. Carefully, we gaze at its beauty while keeping a safe distance.  A colorful beast carrying a load twice the size of my two-ton vehicle covered in words and art with a polite gesture to keep back or else. The colorful vessel moves along with an elegant rush followed by entourage of speedy beep- beepers and bonk-bonkers, but at this moment they are silent. I tighten my grasp as my children take in the rush of fear and amazement. Within a few seconds, the gentle eight-teen wheeled beast and its estranged ensemble are miniscule dots glimmering through my windshield. The hum of my radio returns along with the warm springy breeze as small curious hands, once more, swim outside the window. I relax my grip and let out a smooth low-toned breath. This moment is the best.