driving

My wheels are perpetually spinning yet they do not quite connect with the driving pavement beneath me. I can feel my heart is reaching wildly ahead of me, much like an ecstatic, unrestrained child and I find the grown up in me tugging her hoodie, gently restraining .
I am equally uncertain and eager to discover where I am going but I know that I must force patience where there is an extremely dwindled amount remaining. The excited chills inside me want nothing more than to hear the squeal of well-warmed tires meeting pavement, the road in front of me is cleared of oncoming traffic and annoying obstacles, and it crests at the top of a slightly sloping hill. What lies beyond that is quite clearly unknown and welcome and thrilling and terrifying and exciting and...I can hardly wait to be there/here.