Driving I-95 S. With Wabi Sabi.

autumn-fall-highway-drive

55 F.
6:15 am.

Red tail light blinkers flash ahead.
One car after another, clears the way.
Left lane is all mine today. All mine.

Autumn hues frame the highway.
The browns, the yellows, the reds flash by.
The clouds, paintings, gliding silently overhead.

What is this?

It’s Roland Barthes in Deliberation: The window is wide open, the gray day has lifted now. I experience a certain floating euphoria: everything is liquid, aerated, drinkable (I drink the air, the moment, the garden)

7 on 70s spin on Sirius. Boz Scaggs playing Lowdown:

Nothin’ you can’t handle
Nothin’ you ain’t got

Youwzah!

17 minutes door-to-door.

Game time.


Notes:

16 thoughts on “Driving I-95 S. With Wabi Sabi.”

  1. lovely photo of the glorious golden foliage and your post! my eyes saw wabi sabi and just lit up… it has been a ongoing theme for my classes all year. its a wonderful peaceful philosophy 🙂 enjoy your weekend

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