The Desert Road

Me being me… I’m feeling rather energised, even if this is a loooong drive, because driving always makes me feel fluid and relaxed. And now I’m just melting into the black asphalt and into the darkness of the night at […] kms/hour with zero stars above, less distracting anyway (if ya know what I mean…) and I’m haunted no more by thoughts, I’m a fugitive – running from civilisation.

As I am driving into the pitch-black, sharp strokes of orange light jump at me like tigers, one at the time from each side of the road. Each of them is honing my senses and make me feel so present in the moment. I really want to capture this, a long row of perfect moments in time, of me ditching crazy orange spears left, right, and centre. So much for running away.

And before that … my favourite treat, the Desert Road between night and day … mysterious and contemplative, lured me again to just sink into its brown camouflaged hues … My thirst for freedom is quenched in New Zealand only by this road, I don’t know why that is…

This road…, curves me up and down, rounds me around and decelerates my rush as it further folds its serpentines. So magnificent to drive through here… to the left, I feel grounded looking at the frozen white mountain, shrouded in clouds today, to the right, fields of mist make me yearn to uncover what’s beneath them. Alas, it is almost dark so the temptation fades into black. The humming of the car vibrating slightly all around me feels powerful, I am the machine, my peripersonal space is extending to the wheels and to its dark blue paint. I think I drive fast but it feels like time is slowing down, I can freeze every frame and enjoy melting into the car, into the road, into the engine’s delicate but explosive power, and I’m touching the skin of the road with headlights like fingers running shivers slowly up and then slowly down its spine. The road feels smooth and I open my heart wide letting it all go in through me; and underneath the blanket of low clouds and mist I feel connected and alive.