Some mornings...

Some days I wake up and I am grumpy at the same solitude that I normally cherish like really salty slightly bubbly spring water. This morning I woke up at 5 AM and drove through the quiet streets of Nashville. I pumped $45 worth of gas to fill the gas pump of the rental car before I got on the interstate. I listened to Hayideh do what she does on the stereo. The sky was dark. I was driving alone in the dark on the interstate. Half asleep I felt like I could drive off the side of the earth, into the sky just waking up. Half awake I felt like an adult version of me that was both liberating and lonely.

I dropped the car in the rental spot, walked with my bags across into the terminal. It was quiet around the airport. It felt cold. I fast forwarded the security line with my silver airline card not unaware of the confused gazes of the navy and black suited businessmen who also held privileged airline cards. I think it was my blue socks and red shoes. But I am not sure. When I arrived in the office at 10 AM my colleague told me I looked about 12 years old. I found some comfort in that.