Yesterday I washed my car.
I don’t do it often.
But I have found that washing my car
is very therapeutic.
The cleaning out of all the small spaces,
the vacuuming, the washing and rinsing.
Brings out that pride of ownership.
I was 18 when I bought my first car;
a Toyota Starlet.
I loved that car. It was freedom to me.
She was white
and I thought she was awesome.
I washed her all the time.
My current car is a little bit bigger,
but just as loved.
I still love the feeling of freedom
I have behind the wheel,
and I still love taking the time
to wash my car.
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