The morning sun is bright, reflecting off the road in front of me. I squint my eyes against the glare and peer at the endless black ribbon that stretches before me. It is a beautiful Texas fall day and I find it enervating. I just want to drive. I don't want to go any place in particular; I long to go, explore, expand my horizons. East or west? North or South? It doesn't really matter. I want to spread a giant road map before me, close my eyes and randomly put my finger on a spot and just go.
I'm not restless by nature, quite the opposite in fact. But today is just so beautiful, open and unspoken for. It begs to be more than just another in a long line of errand filled, task consumed days, seemingly checked off the calendar before they begin. In this moment, I remember that my childhood was filled with days like this, days of promise and possibility. When did the magic of each dawning day get lost in the minutia of daily life? I don't know. Somewhere between my teen years and college would be my guess. We exchange dreams and adventure for routine and stability when we cross the threshold of adulthood. This is a necessary and expected exchange but for today I glimpse what morning was oh so long ago.
I pull into my driveway, the adult in me has commitments to attend to today but I am grateful for my glimpse of the endless, undiscovered road this morning. Every day I want to awake with that same feeling of expectation and promise. One day soon I will make the time to take the road not yet traveled, with all it's undiscovered treasures.