the dharma blog

I sailed into work today. No traffic. That’s my reward for oversleeping. Then I left Minneapolis after lunch for a meeting at a café in St. Paul. The meeting went pretty well and then I drove down Summit Ave. to stop at the market for some groceries. Unidentified flowering trees were shedding fragrant blossoms on the sidewalks. After a few hours at home, we left to go back to Minneapolis. Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah” came on the radio and as I drove along the relatively quiet I-94, I felt myself slowly unwind. A bit later, we drove from the Longfellow neighborhood up West River Road in the gray green blue of summer dusk. Finally, we drove home along University Ave. and then up Highway 280, through summer construction. The drive culminated with the short dark winding stretch of Frost Ave. that I love driving at night in the summer with my hand out the window.

    One hand on the wheel
Mark Wheat on the radio
Narrate my own life