The Open Road

I got my drivers license!!!! Now, excitement lies an easy walk from boredom. The second school ends, I reach for the keys, like a seedling stalk turns to the sun. I’m soaking in this new freedom with litmus thirst. What a spell - “combine gravel and motors for miracles,” I say, in my best crackly witches voice. True, my mom keeps turning the music down, someone has to chaperone - at first - aren’t old people supposed to be hard of hearing? I'm anfractuous in my approach to driving goals. “What are you laughing at,” My mom asks. “Nothing.” I answer, confused. Was I laughing??