I lose myself there in my car as the music floods the arena of the near air tight cabin. Tweeters whistling and singing, woofers thumping and grinding, I'm taken to a different place. I'm absorbed into the landscape scenery, textured hills and flats, dancing leaves of wind blown trees. The fast changing picture planes whirl by and are broken up by the occasional car with reflective chrome stroked by the radiant sun.
For that brief moment of time I am free, I am free to dream of places I wish to find situations future plans recited conversations or myself. I also have an option to dwell of that of which has happened and those things I'd do differently next time round. The chance to imagine an alternate outcome or analyze another's perception of the events that has pasted or is yet to pass.
I take advantage of my time to dream.
I take advantage of my time to imagine.
Sometimes the two dance in tune.
Together
With the tweeters and woofers
Separate in function yet
At their best in unison
In their own harmony.
