For the dVerse Monday quadrille prompt” “TGIF”, 44 words including Friday.
Fridays I join the stream of red tail-lights,
the exodus down the M5.
I am impatient to leave,
but not to arrive.
The highway is a breathing space,
a liminal place
where I am neither worker
nor wife.
Nothing is required
but to drive.
I used to do the weekend commute from Sydney to near-Canberra. I quite miss it sometimes.