Silent Journey
The silence continues.
He continually drives on without spitting out a word, staring straight ahead. I look out of the window on my side; the sky over the barren winter plain is unreasonably orange. I can't tell if this is the sunset or it's just another cloudy gray day. I've already given up trying to start up another conversation. Just let the music fills this enclosed space. We are driving on the highway, 110 km/hr; I feel not the speed but the still air in the car.
This is something that I've never expected. He drives fast and well, as he always does. Somehow, he is too concentrated on his driving. Or, there are some other reasons? There is something on his mind? I enjoyed the merry air when we talked. It was always like a never-ending conversation. Simply couldn't put an end to our chat. I'm still me, and he's still the person I talked to a few weeks ago, but it just doesn't feel right. The winter wasteland, I observe. Indeed it needs to be covered by the snow, otherwise the land is simply too, ugh, barren earth, there's nothing.
Our music preferences match well. I like the music he plays. Maybe I am too lazy to talk; maybe, I just want to enjoy the music.
On a second thought, it seems that I was the person who did the talking all the time. He has been a good listener; never really care for giving speeches. Or maybe he did talk a lot? I don't quite remember if this is accurate or not. I close my eyes.
He keeps on driving. He says nothing. I fall asleep.
Peaceful. But still, I think about all the pleasant conversations we had. The day is getting darker. It is getting darker much earlier these days. Soon the darkness and silence will occupy the space. Does he notice this? The silence.
I glance at the electronic clock on his dashboard. I know we will arrive at our destination soon. A bit relief, however, I fell somewhat disappointed. The time we have together is not much. We, maybe, I, don't have much time to spend on this silence. Soon we'll be apart. "A quiet trip," he will announce to his friends. And I, I am not sure what images I will have of this voyage later.
This is something that I've never expected. He drives fast and well, as he always does. Somehow, he is too concentrated on his driving. Or, there are some other reasons? There is something on his mind? I enjoyed the merry air when we talked. It was always like a never-ending conversation. Simply couldn't put an end to our chat. I'm still me, and he's still the person I talked to a few weeks ago, but it just doesn't feel right. The winter wasteland, I observe. Indeed it needs to be covered by the snow, otherwise the land is simply too, ugh, barren earth, there's nothing.
Our music preferences match well. I like the music he plays. Maybe I am too lazy to talk; maybe, I just want to enjoy the music.
On a second thought, it seems that I was the person who did the talking all the time. He has been a good listener; never really care for giving speeches. Or maybe he did talk a lot? I don't quite remember if this is accurate or not. I close my eyes.
He keeps on driving. He says nothing. I fall asleep.
Peaceful. But still, I think about all the pleasant conversations we had. The day is getting darker. It is getting darker much earlier these days. Soon the darkness and silence will occupy the space. Does he notice this? The silence.
I glance at the electronic clock on his dashboard. I know we will arrive at our destination soon. A bit relief, however, I fell somewhat disappointed. The time we have together is not much. We, maybe, I, don't have much time to spend on this silence. Soon we'll be apart. "A quiet trip," he will announce to his friends. And I, I am not sure what images I will have of this voyage later.
"Ok, here we are!" He makes a right turn and then parks the car in front of the garage, nice and smooth...
posted by Sphynx Yoshihiro @ 5:41 AM
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