For seventy-five dollars (twelve and a half percent of what I paid),
I leave my dress with a younger bride and drive away.
Ascending the hill, I wait for the sadness. At the crest, it catches up.
But with it comes the sight of this open road ahead,
unexpected December sunshine,
blue sky and white clouds all the way to the horizon.
I am wearing barn jeans and a comfy sweater.
The steering wheel feels good in my hands.