I took a wrong turn today. She fell asleep when I was about to turn into my parent's driveway, so drove past and continued on.
Drove past my childhood friend's home, past the dam I used to run to, past horse barns, past a place where they sell maple syrup.
The weather is perfect, crisp, sunny. Chickadee is asleep in the back. Florence and the Machine coming through the speakers.
I take a left on a gravel road, I recognize the name of the road and I wonder if I know where I am or how to get back.
The road is rocky, there are no houses, no signs. I keep driving.
A creek runs down the middle of the road, she's still asleep and there is no way to turn around. There is no one around to ask directions.
I keep driving, knowing that even if I don't know exactly where I am at this very moment, I've already picked a direction and if I keep going I'll find myself exactly where I need to be.
And I did.
And I will.
This is my fourth post for Just Write. You can see my other posts, here, here and here.