Thursday - Same old plan, another day
Driving in to work this morning, I wanted to turn around and go home. Nothing new about that. I pretty much want to turn around and go home on most mornings.
But rather than home, maybe I could go somewhere else. Just drive until I reached someplace beautiful, and sit there and write and daydream until the sun went down. Maybe I could drive all night, even after the sun went down. Settle somewhere else, become someone else. Someone interesting. Someone with pizazz.
I wonder how long it would take people to notice that I was gone?
But rather than home, maybe I could go somewhere else. Just drive until I reached someplace beautiful, and sit there and write and daydream until the sun went down. Maybe I could drive all night, even after the sun went down. Settle somewhere else, become someone else. Someone interesting. Someone with pizazz.
I wonder how long it would take people to notice that I was gone?