Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Up on the billboard

Coming around Richmond the asphalt sings harmony to the tires, which is a good thing considering thirty minutes ago we sat in a red light parade at rest. Some band plays a song I never heard through the car speakers, part of the Must hear Song compilation put out by SPIN magazine. There are a few I will keep ready.

A roadside billboard announces a fourteen minute wait time at the emergency room. Good to know, just in case. It is the same as the last time we came through and there is something to be said for consistency.

It has stopped raining, but the sky is still grey behind the buildings. Brick is my favorite urban color, except the artwork under the bridges. I was actually disappointed when the light turned green at the on ramp after the last bathroom break, it was like visiting an art museum on our left. Someone always has something to say. We choose to hear it.

We are at the point of the trip where silence is a warm blanket on our laps and after a few days at the beach we are ready to be home and feel Berber carpet on bare feet and boys await. I miss the smell of their hair. Two hours. Two more hours.

A third layer of music joins, my cell phone and I fish my pocket and open the line without looking to see who it is. Not that I screen calls. Not yours at least. I must have been busy the last time you tried. This is not you though, but an old boss I have not talked to in years.

We check in on each others kids, how they have grown, what they are into, each realizing we are older than we once were without saying it. Talk moves to shop next, no they did not get bought out, the name change is a marketing thing. Business, as usual.

Did you need anything? Not really, I just thought of you today and gave you a call. That warm feeling begins in the base of my spine and we disconnect with promises not to let it go so long. One hour and forty-five minutes to go.

Her hand finds my thigh and we exchange smiles and even though we have a ways to go, it feels a lot closer to home.

written for Imperfect Prose.

74 comments:

Syd said...

Nice. I know the feeling of the horse returning to the barn--can't get there fast enough.

Kat_RN said...

A very cozy little bit of writing. You have an excellent way of bringing the reader into the moment with you. Hope the trip was fun.
Kat

Heather said...

yes, you pulled me in...close connections, is what it's all about.

oceangirl said...

Very nice. Beautiful feeling told so beautifully.

Heaven said...

These lines resonated with me as I am back revisiting my roots after being away for some years. The nostalgia of home or what it used to be - evokes happy and sad emotions.

"We check in on each others kids, how they have grown, what they are into, each realizing we are older than we once were without saying it."

Enjoyed this post ~

Anyes said...

...The smell of their hair...indeed so powerful to pull our heart's strings :-)

Pat Hatt said...

Home can be cozy and rosey sometimes
Yet others the memories are better than the current day crimes
Sounds like a pleasant trip out
Without a doubt

Bonnie said...

The sweet "stuff" of life. Beautiful Brian. Sounds like it was a good trip - and a good homecoming.

Pat said...

Nice. It's great to get away, but nice to come home, too. I got a warm fuzzy reading this. (And I didn't mean anything dirty by that, for once!) *wink*

kaykuala said...

A great feeling going on a trip. Not outdone it can be a pleasure ride home on the way back too. Relaxed a little tired, everyone happy and mission accomplished. Must have been a wonderful beach holiday.

Hank

David Allen Waters said...

such a beautiful moment. Home is always a wonderful place to return to....you missing the smell of your childrens hair melted my heart, what a great dad :)

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

Coming around Richmond "the asphalt sings harmony to the tires," which is a good thing considering thirty minutes ago we sat in a red light parade at rest..."

Hi! Brian...
What a very interesting and descriptive read...

On the one hand, it do seems like if you want to arrive
somewhere...something seems to always slow you down, but on the hand, it seems as if you don't want to go somewhere time catches up with you..."quickly!
Go figure?

Thanks, for sharing!
deedee ;-D

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

feel like i am watching a movie you got me from the start to end. how wonderful father you are, you miss the smell of their hair.

nice once! :-)

JJRod'z

Whosyergurl said...

Brian,
Love the line
"we are at the point of the trip where silence is a warm blanket on our laps."
And..."I miss the smell of their hair." Is there anything more lovely than the smell of hair of someone you love? There is a line in one of my favorite books...The Living by Annie Dillard where a woman is talking of her husband and she says something like "even the sour stench of his beard had become dear to her." (If you haven't read that book...get it and read it!) (Stayed with me for quite some time.)
Cheryl

Belinda said...

A truly lovely read, Brian. I know the feeling of being disappointed when the light turns green while I'm still admiring a mosaic or a mural. I also like the three instances of music, because so many sounds a round us are musical, we just don't always want to hear it that way. And yes, the feeling of missing children; while a romantic getaway is a must and so necessary on so many levels, not having the kids around for too long makes life feel incomplete.

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Daniel said...

Brian - this is my favorite post that you have written today! How's that for a positive endorsement? Seriously, this was beautiful and it brought back some personal memories for me that I still cling to. Blessings.

ladyfi said...

So tender this writing! Love the way you describe the silence as a warm blanket.

Rachel said...

i will never weary of your writing. this is precious work.

Lisa notes... said...

A lot closer to home...I love that feeling. Different things bring it on, that excitement that we're almost there.

My take-away line this week:
"Someone always has something to say. We choose to hear it."

Beautifully insightful.

Sue said...

I'm glad you choose to hear. And see. And feel.

Thanks for sharing it all with us.

=)

Ed Pilolla said...

a lot closer to home, yes. i had the feel of the crackly radio on in the soft background as you make up ground. something sweet to match.

sharmishtha said...

beautiful post brian. the way you pull us in your world is amazing.

Sherrie St. Hilaire said...

Reading this was like being in the back seat...I was there and enjoyed that snippet of your journey home.

ipenka said...

"asphalt sings harmony to the tires" I really liked that.

Not a huge fan of driving but on certain occasions it can be relaxing. Definitely could picture this.

Mama Zen said...

This is lovely, Brian!

Fred said...

sometimes a road trip can open the eyes- and unexpected things can occur. I like the way you set up some of the possible negative outcomes- and slowly moved your way up to the best one- I love taking in the street art- many have a fit- say it's a blight, it's this and that- but if they looked at it- perhaps they'd change their tune-probably not- but great write. Excellent job here, thanks

happygirl said...

I love riding in the car with my love. I love the opportunity to talk, or not. I'm glad you still miss the smell of their hair. Nice story.

AmyLK said...

I love the long car rides where you are so comfortable with the one you are traveling with. And the warm fuzzy you get knowing that someone loves you.

Dulce said...

Back to roots- beautiful Brian!
Hey give us a break! You are just a box so full of surprise!
Cannot catch up on you!!!
Thanks Brian dear, for ALWAYS being here
Hugs

Tara Miller said...

Home is truly where your heart is love. Words well spoken. And relationships not forgotten feel like a warm cozy blanket of comfort. It's nice to reconnect and let our friends know we care and think of them often even if it is long periods between "catching up". This was really nice...made me feel warm and cozy and want to be snuggled up beside you again....

messy marriage said...

Okay, honestly I haven't been visiting your blog for long, but have always enjoyed your prose. But this post is more like mine - a reflection of your marriage and your fatherhood. I really, really liked it! I think you're a gifted writer, but this one really touched my heart! Thanks for sharing and for stopping by my blog with encouraging words too!

lori said...

Ah, yes, there's no place like home :) I'm kind of embarrassed to say this, but my husband and I have never actually taken a trip without the kids. I'm thinking we might need to do something about that asap, lol. Lovely writing.

ModernMom said...

I got stuck on the 14 minute wait. Sigh up here if you are seen in under 2 hours it's kind of a mini miracle :)

Monkey Man said...

Tell me you weren't driving when you answered that cell phone.

JeannetteLS said...

I felt a little voyeuristic with this. It was truly intimate in the wonderful shades of the word. Why does everything sweet make me tear up a little bitty bit as I smile? Never mind. Brian, it was a beautiful snapshot.

tinuviel said...

I agree with Kat_RN: cozy. Vacations are nice, but coming home is that much better after. How wonderful of your friend to act on the thought of you. A bit of grace on the journey home.

Peace of Christ to you.

Suz said...

thigh huh? sure

Magpie said...

Thanks for sharing the trip with us.

Christine said...

beautiful write about returning connections, in the home and friendship sense

Myrna R. said...

This made me smile. Guess we all know those feelings. Nice that you write about them.

Mijayami said...

Brilliant. I love how you capture a moment :)

Nikki Rules said...

Nothing imperfect about THIS Imperfect Prose.

Love all the metaphors...

PattiKen said...

Nice, Brian. One of the best parts of going on vacation is going home, especially when family is waiting, counting the hours along with you. For me, that "family" these days is made up of two cats, but I know they miss me. They probably don't count the hours though. ;-)

path of treasure said...

A warm piece of prose... and so wonderful to have someone call "just because".

hedgewitch said...

Always good to feel that sense that human beings can interact without stress and aggression, that people can care about each other. Nice serene ride--and children's hair is like nothing else on earth for saying home.

Betsy said...

Always good to get away. It makes getting home even more special. :)

Lydia said...

What Kat_RN said, exactly.
Traveling thoughts....

Jen said...

beautiful and real. cultivated that slow, wry smile that plays upon my lips sometimes.

emily wierenga said...

LOVE that you were disappointed that the light turned green.... and how silence was a blanket on your laps. how poetry flows from your fingers, brian...

lifeisaroadtrip said...

Brian, you make me realize just how much happens in life within a few moments.

Anonymous said...

Glad to see you home at last.

Sweet Dreams.

kkrige said...

those are the moments that make life worth smiling about all over again

Claudia said...

now this makes me wanna sneak into my sleeping kids rooms and smell them...smiles..love the graffiti on the way...and brick being your fav urban color and the warm blanket of silence of course..

Kateri said...

This captured that cozy warm feeling of knowing that you are almost home...those simple moments that we all experience.

Madhulika said...

I love your writing style... It really very beautiful how you paint the complete picture in your readers mind.. I really felt I was watching a movie while reading this..
You got me from the beginning to the end :)
Beautifully written :)

Deborah said...

Beautifully written ... I loved 'we choose to hear it'.

Lorraine said...

there is a sign outside that tells you that there is a mere minute factor to be seen in a hospital, it's rare you write fiction, I find it weird that this could happen

Jyoti Mishra said...

Loved it !!!
its always nice to b back at home..
cosy bed, worn out clothes which I swear give way more comfort than any branded dressed...

Valerie said...

Another No.1, Brian. I'd like to read and reread this one.

Mona said...

Awww. That is so sweet! :)

Blue Cotton Memory said...

That quiet on the trip home is so different from the quiet on the way there. I love it when the car settles into sleepy quiet - and the returning home is as awesome as the going!

blueviolet said...

When you're with the one you love, you're home no matter how far away you are.

Cinner said...

You know every word you write is filled with wisdom. nothing like returning home is there and that feeling of being connected. smiles.

Zuzana said...

You can take an ordinary moment and make it extraordinary with your words, as we can all recognize what you write about.
Have a great evening dear Brian.;)
xoxo

Baino said...

Only 14 minute wait at the emergency room? Wow unheard of here. Kinda nice that 'going home' feeling although the last time I had it, someone else was leaving. Bittersweet.

Jan Timmons said...

I'm there, I can see the rest stations, feel the wait. Grateful that you added that email subscription thingy, Brian. Reading your words adds to my joy. And I miss brick, dammit! (Too expensive to ship to Alaska.)

Cindy said...

I felt as if I was in the car, riding along with you, listening to your phone call, viewing the art museum under the bridge...a mini vacation online!

Brandee Shafer said...

There's no place like home. Glad for your get-away, glad for the caring voice on the other end of the line, glad for her hand on you.

TechnoBabe said...

On the way back home to the boys must be a sweet thing indeed, and you are with your love on the drive home which is where you want to be.

ayala said...

So good to return home..... And the boys waiting made me smile... I like missing the smell of their hair :) sweet.

farmlady said...

You are such a family man. It shows here.
Awesome...

Caty said...

this would have been an inconsequential moment for most of us, but you turned a moment like that into art. Vacations are fun, but it's always nice to come home :)

deb colarossi said...

it' s good to return to the virtual world, especially for the real.

you sound so centred. so good.

( and my son is worlds better. thank you for the support . sometimes I wish he was little again, but mostly I just am in awe of the grace )