Excitement churning as we pack into the car

Wondering and imaging. Will it be far?

My parents hurrying around. Shoving and jamming the car to the brim .

Fighting for space as my siblings slide near.

Bickering and jabbing but knowing I am loved

Settling in to the rythmatic sound of the tires as the rub

The hum of the motor the faint smell of gasoline

Images appearing in my head. Streams, lakes mountains of green.

Window rolled down and my hand in the cool air

Watching the clouds as they play charades up there

Dragons , hearts , people in the clouds

My eyes ever searching as the magic abounds

The fresh air pulling me along by its side

My hand slowly moving in a up and down slide

Feeling as if I can lift off from the ground

if only I could fly I would know no bounds

The miles roll by , the morning turns to day

Landmarks and cities, In my own private world I stay

Content with the simple , the air and the sky

A child with no limitations , fears or afraid to die

As the car is parked and our belongings are unpacked

I am hesitant to leave. Not wanting my pretend world cracked

Seeing the river that awaits our fishing poles

Any hesitation in my body now slows

As we head out to trek down the river

I look back at the car and know the wind memory won’t wither

The wind in the window is feeling you can always get

It’s the anticipation of a journey not taken yet