The Dance

I carefully glide inside her. A privilege to be in her cocoon that feels like a fortress. I am oblivious to the outside world, her shape or her looks. It starts as a dance; a waltz. We fight to see who would be the lead. It’s a short but exhilarating few minutes. She gives in and then I do. It’s us learning about each other. Our different personalities and perspectives. 

She leads for the initial few minutes. Explaining to me what she wants without having to say a word. I understand. I respond in kind. She gives in now letting me lead. I did not have to coax her. She just let me lead. I lead; she responds. The curves vanish as though they are no longer there. It is a straight arrow to our destination. For a few fleeting moments she and me are one. Nothing else matters; the destination, the journey all vanish. I put her through the paces and she responds as though she never was put through the paces. 

Time does not exist in those moments. All of a sudden we are brought back to reality. There are other things that influence this dance. The road for one; other people that want to occupy the same time and space as us. I wish it was just us. She lets me know by an almost inaudible sound - maybe we are moving too fast or we are getting too close to the others. By default I slow down and she is happy again. I must remember not to push her too hard. We weave and twist and straighten out as though it was something that we did everyday. It’s just me and her now, the world has disappeared. Her heart is beating with the precision of a hundred or more horses galloping. The dance is at a crescendo. We are brought back to reality quickly. The dance is almost at an end. I slow down. She is happy that we are no longer pushing the limits. The horses start to vanish. I can no longer hear her as I coast to a halt. The external world has now taken over and commands more attention than her. We stop. 

I exit the cocoon knowing very well that the dance will be repeated again in a few hours. It’s a daily ritual. A minimum of two dances every week day. It’s the long holiday or the weekend that we look forward to; when the dance is longer than thirty minutes and can last four to five hours before a short break and we can takeoff from where we left without remembering that we took a break.

I love driving. 

C