missng

i miss driving to classes.  i used to complain so much—an hour each way?  what a waste of time!—but by the end of last winter it became relaxing.  trees and beautiful views and lots of music.  on mondays and wednesdays i’d get nervous around this curve for either a cop or some maniac speeding off the ramp but every time i’d get past it and melt in the view of open fields.