"I felt a tug of envy. I, like the other woman, with my fretting and fuming about all that needed to be done, had it all wrong. That dog had it all right.
When I was a child I used to love to stick my hand out the car window and let it ride the wind. The air would slip under my palm and lift my hand like a surfer on an ocean wave. Sometimes I would put my head out the window, too, just like a dog, and the rush of air would hit me and take my breath away. The wind would tangle my long curls and fill my ears with its roar.
It was a splendid way to pass the time."
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Piece Description
"I felt a tug of envy. I, like the other woman, with my fretting and fuming about all that needed to be done, had it all wrong. That dog had it all right.
When I was a child I used to love to stick my hand out the car window and let it ride the wind. The air would slip under my palm and lift my hand like a surfer on an ocean wave. Sometimes I would put my head out the window, too, just like a dog, and the rush of air would hit me and take my breath away. The wind would tangle my long curls and fill my ears with its roar.
It was a splendid way to pass the time."
Broadcast History
Broadcast on KPBX, Spokane Public Radio during Weekend Edition Sunday, November 22, 2009.
Transcript
The heavy gray November sky settled over me like a cold blanket as I drove home from the grocery store, the car full of food for Thursday’s Thanksgiving meal. At the light, mentally ticking chores and reminders off the list in my head. I glanced over at a car just ahead of me. The driver was a woman who looked like she had something serious on her mind. Her shoulders were pulled up, she was frowning and chewing on her bottom lip. She did not look happy.
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Watching them speed away, I thought about the two creatures in the car; wondering where the woman was going. Was she on her way to pick up a child from school? It was about that time of day. Was she...
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Musical Works
| Title | Artist | Album | Label | Year | Length |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Child's Play | Various | Acoustic Tapestry. | BMG | 2000 | 00:00 |
