the rush.

no. not that type of rush. not like riding a motercycle (CHECK), or watching transformers two (CHECK. emberassing?). it's that rush of emotion when you're listening to music and daydreaming as you pass thousands of trees and leave tire tracks across canada and america. the rush of remembering something that's only special to you and a few others, and smiling to yourself and wishing they were there... but not in a depressed way. just in a satisfied sigh sort of way, because you know you'll see them again someday. maybe not tomorrow, or the day after that, but sometime. soon. after you see more trees, and waste more battery on your ipod. so as i drive along, sitting still in my seat, i experience a rush that doesn't need deisel or falling from trees or planes, or whatever is there. just sucking in air... and missing something that's not too far away. just a few thousand miles or so.