hitting the road

I’m watching the evening traffic come up Punt Road, waiting for a

bus. Relaxed kid in sportscar laughs and points at other cars, his

girl smiles and sinks into their seat. Just behind them a middle-aged

guy looks stressed, mobile phone nestled awkwardly between ear and

shoulder, trying to negotiate the lanes as he talks.

I’m pondering how my life would’ve turned out if I’d learnt to

drive. These days, a myriad of worries prevents me from doing so. But

you can’t help but wonder about it all – choices and roads. Sometimes

you get to the same place by a different route. Sometimes you never

find out what you’re missing.