I’m driving. Alone in the car, it’s rare to be on my own. It is hot outside, a 40° mid-March day, not uncommon in this part of the world. The air-conditioning is set to chill and it is blasting my face, it is easy to forget the baking temperature outside. Gotye’s track #3 is playing as loudly as the car’s stereo will permit without crackling, as soon as it finishes I flick the back track switch so that I can listen to it all over again. I am reminded of my youngest son’s birth, it was the number one song and I think of triangles. I like triangles. “You didn’t have to cut me off” both hands leave the steering wheel gesticulating as I loudly sing along. Free to let loose in the confines of the car.
I’m thinking of Pip’s topic “warm”, I’m racking my mind but nothing comes easily.
Flicking the track back one more time I am reminded of a time driving from Sydney to Canberra in the autumn. On that day I was listening to the one song over and over and over again too. Then it was Lenard Cohen’s Famous Blue Raincoat. It was on cassette and I’d developed the knack of rewinding the tape back to the start of the song nine times out of ten. It was cold out and my hands would clench the wheel as gusts of wind threaten to move the car outside its lane. I remember driving around Lake George, the sun streaming through the windscreen and its warm rays. It was warm inside that car. A warm car on an autumn’s day.