my dirty truck
here’s one I’m proud of. after a week in Colorado, my truck was dusted, splattered, and variously caked in mud. it’s absolutely beautiful because it reminds me of how much fun we had, and also because that’s what it’s designed to do.
upon arrival at work this morning, I parked it front and center, street-side, so that everyone could see. I don’t sense this as an obnoxious pride, just joy. I suppose there is a bit of “nanny-nanny-boo-boo” to all those SUV driving Dallasites that have never seen a dirt road. not too much “nanny-boo,” however, as this is the first time we’ve taken the truck muddin’.
the more I look at it, the more I see it representing another truth. this is what we’re designed to do. explore life. with friends. get muddy.
(the picture does not adequately capture the true level of dirt sprayed across the truck. that’s part of the genius of the gray color. and I washed the windows…)