With each passing kilometer, we shed the frustration of the last couple of weeks, the stress of the last few months, the worries of the last year… With each passing kilometer, I can feel my shoulders drop, his spine lenghten as he drives on.
As we travel along the highway, I can hear my thoughts with unusual clarity, expansive and full. Anything feels possible.
It is our fourth time crossing Canada (JF’s fifth. In 2008, when we moved back to Quebec, he drove that same road in 5 days. Yes, 6000 km in 5 days. He is a road warrior!).
Every time, I am reminded of how on the road, the need to have things go according to plan is less pressing. There is only that big open road that swallows us and spits us back. And changes our perspective.