The perfect day? I never had a great response to that. There's so much pressure to make it absolutely perfect. Perfection is planned and precise. How could I possibly come up with that in my head when I've never seen perfect with my eyes? A whole day of perfect is a lot to wrap your mind around.
But I thought about my perfect day anyway as I stared out the window looking over the emptiness that is everything off the 10 Interstate. We'd been sitting in the car for hours and hours and by the end of the day, they'd add up to about ten. They all start to blend together after the first few, especially when there's nothing outside to look at but perfect emptiness.
The whole drive we'd been more or less silent listening to music or podcasts and enjoying our mutual introversion. There was nothing awkward about the quiet because I think we both knew we could interrupt it if we really wanted or needed to and that was pretty perfect.
Perfect silence got me thinking about perfect days and I started to realize I was right in the middle of one. Sitting next to my friend and driving towards her new life was perfect because it was comfortable and sweet. One last road trip. Well, it was our first, but still probably our last.
The easy conversation was perfect because we laughed and talked about the future that we had no idea about and we didn't cry like I knew we would eventually. Even the empty road was perfect because there was nothing to distract from this time we had together, just two friends driving across the country.
The fact that it seemed to be taking forever to get anywhere was perfect. At times it felt like the road would never end and the comfort that came from that feeling was perfect. Saying goodbye would be so difficult, but the feeling that it was a long time away made it a little easier, made it perfect.
I don't think she believed me when I told her those days were perfect because to anyone and everyone else, it probably sounds ridiculous. Who wants to spend 10 hours a day stuck in a car? But in the end, all I know is that I haven't had too many days that were so great, so I think I'll hold on to this idea of perfect for a while.