" When one of life's vehicles suddenly breaks down, and we're destined to put it out to pasture, may we never forget to look upon it every now and again and remember the vibrant places it took us and the vivid stories in which we shared."~
Oh how I do love rusty old things. Especially the rust of a much loved and lived in old car. I was driving through my little town a while back and had to take a detour because of all the new construction that was going on (around me and within me I might quietly add). I suddenly found myself down this tiny side street where I happened upon a grassy lot that was scattered with rusty and retired trucks and cars and buses too. I pulled over immediately and the fear of trespassing lasted but a second then vaporized completely when I remembered I had my camera in my bag. I felt such childlike glee as I took so many pictures of so many things, but it was this one particular car that took me home to you.
"Even when it no longer works, it's windows reflect the marvelous things it has seen"~
I stood in this unfamiliar place surrounded by things that felt so foreign to me, but somehow so familiar too. Color was everywhere, and the secret places were there too. I looked into windows that were broken and bare and was surprised to find tokens and tidbits that had been left behind just for me, and possibly you.
A tiny little bulb that once had lit the tail end of where we just had been, and a worn and rusted bumper that had protected us from being bumped around just a bit too hard. I ran my hand alongside her panels and curves and thought of all the marvelous places we had been, you and me and this vehicle that made three. And I did not feel melancholy or forlorn. Instead I felt comfort and warmth that through thick and thin you had journeyed with me in a vehicle of your own.
I sat upon the grass that day and looked around at these beautiful old friends. Some had been retired long before I acquired mine, and some were older still, but the knowledge that seasons change and vehicles do too, left me hugging my knees as I realized that after a spell we all get a new vehicle to call our own, and to lead us back to one another. I'm still looking around for just the right vehicle to visit you in, but I know in my heart that whatever it may be, it will be big enough and inviting enough to hold laughter and joy, and kindred spirits that will share stories and love, and fondly look back upon their own vehicles of the past. I love you and your beautiful vehicle too. xoxo