No More Covers

I feel like I'm 16 years old and I just got my driver's license!

And... my dad just bought me a brand new car but I'm not allowed to drive it. It sits covered up in the garage. Occasionally, I'll take the nice silky, blue cover off and sit in the driver's seat. I imagine driving along a beach or through the mountains. I get so lost in my thoughts I almost sense it's already happened. But then I come back to reality and realize that I'm not in the mountains driving this brand new car. So I get out and put the cover back on hoping that the next time I sit in this marvelous piece of machinery, it's the actual real experience.

But I've had this wish, hope or prayer so many times that I start thinking to myself, "Who needs this brand new car?" "Why am I waiting on an experience that might not ever happen?"