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Windblown Perspective

April 20, 2010

The other day, a friend of mine posted on her Facebook wall that she was “driving home with the windows down.”  A thick-headed acquaintance of hers responded, “who cares?”

I, for one, care.

Of all the things I’ve seen on Facebook, “driving home with the windows down,” is among the most worthwhile posts I’ve read.  She told me what she was doing, what the weather was like, and something she enjoys; she also implied springtime bliss—all in one sentence.

We travel a grand countryside in relative freedom, security and unaccountability.  We’ve bothered to clean up our air in the last 30 years.  We’ve taken steps to keep cities from becoming complete concrete wastelands.  “Driving home with the windows down,” as opposed to “riding home in the company bus with the AC on and a medical mask on my face,” is a comment on the quality of life in 2010.

People have only been able to drive with the windows down for the last 100 years.  The drive has only been fun for maybe the last 80.  It’s only been accessible to the masses for the last 60.  In only 1 percent of recorded history have we even been capable of writing “driving home with the windows down.”  Our collective cynicism keeps us from recognizing the temporal luck implied in those words.

Windblown driving is among the great equalizers.  No amount of money, love or fame will make the day warmer or the breeze cooler or the aroma fresher.  It’s all there, free for anyone to roll down their windows and enjoy.

I love driving with my windows down.  A stick-in-the-mud who wrote “who cares?” helped me realize why.  In all fairness, I suppose the foul stick may have just wrecked their ragtop.

Welcome back, spring.

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One comment

  1. YES! All of these things.
    As always, you are correct.

    :-)

    Clearly, I am behind on my reading.



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