I often heard that eating cheese before bed would make me dream. This is not true. I rarely remember my dreams. The few that I do are long detailed and prophetic, a topic for a different time. I do however have a recurring daydream. Each time my mind drifts in the direction of the open road my heart skips a beat and my soul soars with delight. Jumping into the car with no destination in mind, no plans. That is my daydream.
There have been a number of times when we did just that. I remember one particular rainy Saturday. It was a Long Weekend. We were all feeling the weight of the dreary day. With the three children in the back, we set out to get groceries. We could see the clouds breaking up further north. Drawn by an invisible force, we were on our way toward the sun. Without so much as a toothbrush or a change of clothes, we were gone for three days. Three gloriously carefree days of exploring. Three days of allowing the children to choose which road to take. I long for that freedom and joy and continue to dream.