Saturday, November 13, 2010
We were driving home through the winding, mountainous road. It was blustery, but the sun had that beautiful fall light. The big leaves were falling from the deciduous trees. It was like driving through a rainstorm of red, gold, brown, and orange. We cracked the windows open to smell the crisp air.
"Mom, can I play my music?"
Madeline showed me The Blues Travelers' "Run Around", Dispatch's "Open Up", "Flying Horses", and "Bats in the Belfry".
Then the play list went into rap.
"I like Atmosphere because he tells stories."
"You like ballads, then."
More leaves fall. We come to our favorite turn in the road. From there we can see across Monterey Bay when it's clear. It was clear.
"The mountains look like a watercolor painting."
"They do, Mom."
"You have Creedence Clearwater?"
"Yes." M laughs.
"That was my first album. You know what an album is, right?"
"Yes, Mom." Laughs again.
We started singing along with "All Along the Watchtower", and "Purple Haze." Jimi Hendrix, too. There's something about that old rock and roll.
And we kept singing until we got home. I had not heard Madeline sing since elementary school. It was a joyous ride.