by Dave Markwell 
Last weekend was busy. My son had a wrestling tournament, which tends to consume an entire day, and my daughter needed serving prior to this event. I was up early on a Saturday morning navigating my various duties. I was also traveling solo as my wife was out of town. I had much to do in a limited time, but despite some obligatory screaming from my girl and the standard last minute fire drill exercise from my late-running son, I managed to avoid any of the big, potential disasters lurking around each corner. I handled my business and carried on with a light heart and clear mind. It’s nice when this happens.
Following my busy bee morning, I began the twenty-five mile trek to my son’s tournament. On the freeway heading south, a heavy fog shrouded the lanes of travel. The fog was thick, but not dangerous. I could see my lane and the others fine, but the distractions off the highway were invisible. A cocoon of white mist canceled the eye-noise of ancillary commerce and busy people doing busy things. Traffic was light and courteous. It was a nice drive.
Sometimes in life, moments of brief, but meaningful peace and contentment will capture us in their magic. These moments when time slows and the world seems right are precious. They are not entirely rare, but they can be hard to see though the noisy distractions when life’s chores and worries seem to pile on high.
For a few golden minutes, I drove with no care for the distractions, but a deep care for the life I was living and the people in it. I felt like a kid in a living room fort: I knew that other people were in the room, but was warm and quiet in my own thoughts. I reflected and looked forward and enjoyed the fog. I had all that I needed. I lacked nothing. My drive was a nice surprise and good medicine. In a few silent, but glorious moments, I cured the ailment I didn’t know I was afflicted with. A friendly apparition haunted my soft spots and I healed.
So, during our perpetual quest for righteous riches and high regards, it’s a good thing to remember that a foggy Saturday morning drive with a full tank of gas is a fine thing, too…
[EDITOR’S NOTE:”Feel Good Friday” is a regular column written by Des Moines resident Dave Markwell, whose first book is called “A Feel Good Life” (buy it on Amazon here ). Dave also extols to all neighbors: “Enjoy where we live. Put your feet on the pavement and truly feel how great it is to live here!” Also, you can “friend” Dave on Facebook here . Or work out with him at his exercise company Waterland CrossFit !]