Monday, August 30, 2010
Compensating for Something?
It could be that it is an effort bust out without doing anything too crazy.
It could be a vain attempt to get my high school students to think I'm cool.
It could be some deep-seeded need to belong to something. I get a rush from waving to other people, strangers, riding motorcycles.
Or, it could have to do with the joy of becoming intimate with my surroundings. Of the feel of the wind on my cheeks and neck as it drops five degrees when I speed past a field sprinkler. Of coming closer to the feeling of flying than while doing anything else, including flying. Of the smell of sage and alfalfa and the warm earth.
In any case, it makes my soul happy.
Don't tell my dad.