I confess, I love road trips, but only if there aren’t too many people involved in the planning, logistics and execution. I enjoy taking them with my mum – even though we disagree on a few fundamentals of life, we travel well together – and my husband, who is the subject of this photo. Travelling with the people I love is one of my great joys in life. For more entries to this WPC, see The Daily Post.
It’s our habit, on a Saturday, to head out early for breakfast at our local, and then to the golf course for 18 holes.
We got more than we bargained for today – on the fourth, a thunderstorm so powerful in its rain and wind action that we struggled to run against it to seek shelter from the lightning spiking all around us. The golf course was flooded in a couple of minutes – it’s frightening how quickly the weather can turn deadly.
There is traffic and, then, there
is a galaxy. Traffic does not move at the speed of light, like a flash of rage. Step into space without the gravity suit and you will see there is traffic and the oh soimportant
corporate man and, then, there is the universe. I don’t look at the pegs as I hang out the washing. I look for you beyond the moon.