deeper than words

a little red car, no frills
the smell of gas that lingers in the air
manual windows, of course
a trusted companion for the manual gears
a small lever to start the car, optional were the seatbelts.
few black switches on the dash, no radio to fiddle with
that first gear that just doesn’t want to engage,
but always did after a few
the lights that work, they just require a little wiggle.
the simplicity of what once was.
cruising down old familiar streets
all the small overlooked details now standing out
ready to be admired by those who seek.
the light breeze flowing in the small cab tingling the senses
searching for the meaning of it all,
a daunting task that consumes those who embark on the journey
but in that moment he didn’t care.
he didn’t need the answers to the worries,
the doubts and all else that troubles his soul.
the sound of the breeze quieting the voices within
for long enough for him to realize that
he was happy to just be alive and
to have the opportunity to share the experience.
the simplicity in the moment made him feel that he was more than enough.