her favourite road
windy, woodsy, tucked-behind-hillsy, lonely, comfort road. For good cries and bad cries, for quick escapes, losing herself in the leaves and the curves of steering wheel lilts and lulls. For speeding and not caring, hot tears. For wandering and wonder and hope and farewells and soon-I-hopes. For finding lost things. For private, in-car celebrating, and cogitating chords, spinning words round melodies. And healing most of all.