I absolutely love driving across the Howard Frankland and getting ocean spray on my windshield.
I love that bridge in general but much more so when it's windy and you can look out at the waves raging. It's like the ocean is churning and they have that pre-storm greyish green color, breaking in white foam. There's something wild and free and furious about it that I love. Storms and waves and wind... some of my favorite things in the world...
This is heightened still when the wind is forceful enough to carry the spray to my windshield. It makes me feel as though I've been drawn into what's happening on the water. Not just that I'm driving past it, but that I'm passing through it.
I imagine I should be annoyed by it. I waste a lot of wiper fluid on such days. But that's just another example of the way that practicality can drain the life out of things.
All warnings of ring worms or catching cold or having to peel off soaking wet clothes aside, I want to stand and be saturated in summer storms.
And all wasted wiper fluid out of mind, I love making even the slightest point of connection with the raging sea.
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