This evening I was driving home on Highway 4 through Franklin Canyon after helping a friend move in Emeryville, and "Stereotomy" by Alan Parsons Project came on the iPod.
I was instantly taken back to my junior and senior years of high school and driving home in the dark listening to APP.
I remembered all the feelings I had of being free, just driving alone on a relatively empty road, heading back home. I felt the cares and worries lift from me like when I was a teenager.
And then I thought, Why does that feeling have to end? What am I seriously worrying about anyway?
So, tonight I'm going to listen to music and paint miniatures, and just not care.