There's a special kind of peace that comes from sitting in the passenger seat.

The rain is streaking across my window, blurring the taillights ahead into soft red smudges. The car is humming along, smooth and steady.

 

I'm usually the one driving. I'm used to being in control, hands on the wheel, eyes on the road. It’s the story of my life —always steering my own ship.

But today? Today, I'm just watching the world go by.

I love this feeling. The feeling of being driven. It's not about being lazy; it's about trust. It’s about letting go for a moment and knowing you’re safe.

It got me thinking… I miss this. I miss the quiet intimacy of a long car ride with someone. The kind where you don’t have to talk to fill the silence. Just the sound of the rain, the low music on the radio, and the warmth of someone solid beside you.

I found myself looking over at the driver's seat. I wonder who's supposed to be sitting there.

Someone who drives with confidence. Someone who knows the way without needing a GPS. Someone who reaches over to turn up the heater when he notices I'm shivering a little.

I'm perfectly capable of driving myself through any storm. I've proven that. But sometimes, it sure would be nice to just sit back, close my eyes, and let someone else take the wheel for a while.

Katey x❤