Driving Home

Last Friday I went to a wedding. It was an enormous amount of fun and just the right amount of perfect for the couple - Emily and Brian. It was one of those weddings that didn't hit any false notes. You could see the bride and groom in all the details. That makes for a pretty much perfect evening. Fun was being had by all but I had to work the next morning so I left earlyish. Got some dancing and silliness in but apparently missed the shank, as it were. That was ok by me cuz I ended up having the most delightful drive home. It was so delightful that it's stayed with me all this week so I thought I'd chat about it.

The wedding was at Hernder Estates which is along the wine route. Anyone who knows me knows that my sense of direction is... flawed. It was a gorgeous night out, about 10 and I figured I could find my way home without resorting to the QEW. I started along a very dark hwy 8 and there were absolutely no cars. It had rained earlier but stopped and the moon was poking out of a cloudy sky. Hwy 8  wanders in and around and up and down... just right. What made the drive so delightful was that it reminded me of another car ride home a couple of years ago. We were coming back from Niagara on the Lake and trying to wend our way down the wine route. Same type of night, quiet, deserted, but clear. So very clear. It was late summer and the stars were losing their minds in the sky. So many thousands trying to elbow their way across this big black sky. My friend was driving and he let me pick every turn. I picked wrong every time. Just plain wrong. Didn't matter... when he stopped the car so we could feast on those stars my flawed sense of direction had brought us to exactly the right place.

I feel like that alot sometimes: taking the wrong turn, picking a direction cuz my gut says "go that way... I'm sure this time" and being wrong again. The wonderful places this flawed sense of direction has taken me to almost makes me weep with gratitude. And the thing is, I always end up home.