Commitment and Our First Hitchhiker
Time relieved the rain for a while and opened up the nightsky, but the patterning reflective pathway gave way to no hour of night or shadeof darkness. We pulled out of the hills and began to flatten out for a bitbefore Ohio and the tree line gave way to our only other companion that would makethis journey. The moon was like a silent comforting hitchhiker we would pick upevery night. Just sitting quietly in the back seat, strewn gently across thedash, and every now and then we would look up to see him calmly staring downover us. He slid across the sky gently whispering into our subconsciousreminding us about the idea of time while wrapped around our shoulder like afleece scarf.
Our idea of time was officially lost. At home we would beenjoying a frosty beverage at a local establishment, or even popping out a lateworkout or work-night, up late finishing an article, and tightening the books.It was past midnight and there was no wind-down, no thought of a time to wakeup for work or for the following day’s activities. We had each other, we hadthe moon, and it was warm and relaxing, but time had been lost. Our minds werestill waiting for our butts to sit on the couch or for me to open up mycomputer after dinner or to see her cuddle up on the couch next to me and fallasleep to a lame night-soap and the patterning of fingers to keys. All we hadwas now; Right now. This moment; this dotted line; dual white lights; dual redlights; stars and the constellations they connected. There was no pattern tofollow. Our left brains got the gas and brake gig, the whole stay inside thelines thing, but our right brains were cranking, absorbing, and learning newsights and interactions. Our bodies began to absorb things that had been lostto monotony. Even positive monotony is still monotony. Sleeping no longer had definitepurpose and our bodies adjusted as such.
She was particularly riddled with adrenaline. Trying to rest, her body refused despite hercomfortable surroundings and the rhythmic humming of rubber to healthilygroomed tarmac offering a perfectly relaxing atmosphere. Her head and bodywould rest against the seat and door, but her face was lit up, looking into thesky, glued out the window. Her sense of sight was tickling her like she was adefenseless but thoroughly loved child, giggling deep down inside to a point ofutter defenselessness.
“Where are we going?” giggle
“Where are we now?” giggle giggle
“Is this the strange land they call America?”
I imagine her repeating to herself.
Reading “Welcome to Ohio” brought a level of commitment forwhich I had not exactly planned. Woah, am I crazy? - Yup. Is this dangerous? - Alittle. For the first time in weeks of planning and sneaky researching of thetrip, I was now faced with my own slight to moderate case of the crazies. Isuddenly remembered how ridiculously big the country was and how much land we actuallyhad to cover to pull this off. It was a strange thought considering I had donethis a dozen times before, but a deep breathe and some inner journaling helpedme sort out the doubt. We were committed. - This was good.
However, Ohio was not about to go down easy as therepresentative of my own personal fight with commitment, sending it’s bothbeautiful and treacherous northern most entity after us with what seemed like amagical storm. Erie’s lake effect would sharpen my sense for the rest of thetrip, and become our first experience as a unit not as a bird let out of it’scage into the vast country of experiences free to roam and dilly dally as we pleased,but as two deer caught in mother nature’s headlights, trapped in an aluminumand steel cage, danger blanketing our sight with giant and frequent snowflakes,truckers exploding by us, trailers skidding cross the lane, all hopped up on 4 Hour Energy. Our own fear layat fate’s door, all-consuming with hands out. The auto-biographical energy ofthe trip turned fierce, and if the car came with four front-seat seatbelts apiece, it is a guarantee that they would all be tightly fastened.
It is safe tosay ‘Yes, Lake Erie effected us.’