Sailing By…

The clock on my dashboard is a few minutes fast. At 00.50, ‘Sailing By’, a melody that accompanies me on many a drive home plays, brightly but still delivering a slight melancholic overtone; at 00:53 it gives way to the shipping forecast – the information is of no use to me but essential listening for mariners. At 01:03 this too ends and lets in the National Anthem. When the last notes fade clear, the World Service begins and I no longer want to listen…

Driving through rain that’s just teasing, tempting a full-on windscreen wipe, not satisfied with intermittent strokes, it spits and spots, as if it knows my hand is itching to notch up the lever and submit… I stab a finger at the radio ‘off’ button. My hand reaches for my wallet that is sat next to me in a shoulder bag alongside me on the passenger seat. With a skilful reach and a lucky first fumble, I’ve opened the bag, opened the wallet, and removed something precious…. I roll a token between my fingers as I drive and think… My door window is part way down and a few drops of rain make it in and down behind my glasses. I feel a drop on the corner of my mouth and reach at it with my tongue instinctively… Strange that rain should give me just a hint of the taste of salt……



About Robert

A fifty-something, retired Celestial Travel Agent. Walked many paths; some good, lots bad. Meandering through the past, plodding in the present, crawling toward the future.
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