Posted on September 25, 2003 in Book of Days Driving
Note: This is part of a series based on exercises from A Writer’s Book of Days. It’s something of a rebellion against the Friday Five and similar tupperware content memes.
Today’s topic: Write about a simple pleasure.
The mechanism itself is complex and would give me a migraine if I attempted to know every petroleum-pushed explosion and whirl within the engine block. The act, however, is simple, and I can do it sitting down. The greatest pleasure is to be going up a steep hill, to feel my torso pressing into the seat back, to know for a few moments a world that isn’t apparently flat, a world tipped at an angle where nothing has to be banal and everything must reason itself into a new arrangement.
Tomorrow’ topic/prompt: Night is falling. You’re not at home.