My location is always the same. Always sitting in my seat. I am facing forward. I turn my head from left to right. Everything I need is at my fingertips. Warm air. Cool Air. A fresh breeze. A place to rest my arms.
I can look behind me with just the movement of my eyes and see where I’ve been. I make progress with only the motion of my foot. Or stop short. I can go slowly, seeing the curves of the dried up riverbeds along the forest or the heights of a skyscraper while crowded tightly and unable to move. I can go fast without leaving my place.
I see the most amazing American flag I have ever seen and I never get tired of it. Sometimes I am blinded by the sunrise and sunset. Sometimes I need light to illuminate my way. I can see all of God’s creations and the wonders that man has made.
I try to not go and return the same way. Sunshine, the fresh green of spring. Tapped maple trees. Rainbows after a rain storm. Sparkling fields of snow. There always new things to be seen… From the seat of my delivery van.
Editor’s note: This story is part of our September 2016 series ‘Hundreds of Words about Location: Where are you, and how does it affect how you see the world?’
Mary Fortier lives in the woods of New Hampshire when not on Bailey Island, Maine. If she’s not driving her delivery van, you can find her baking at the MF Good Bakery or driving her ’87 CRXsi, which she secretly thinks is small enough to fit in the back of her delivery van.