An Old Green Truck
The other day I was driving on the highway and passed an old green truck. Maybe it was a Ford. It looked a lot like the one in the photo here, a 1976 Ford F-150.
I’m not a truck person and not particularly nostalgic for old cars or trucks, but I enjoyed seeing it. I’m not sure why. Maybe the older I get, the more I like old things. I like things that last.
I didn’t get a good look at the driver, but I have this thought of him living in his own time, at his own speed.
Maybe the beauty of it occurs to a deep place in my soul. I’m a child of the ’70s. I turned six years old in 1976. At that age I probably saw trucks like this at my grandparents’ farm. Happy memories of that time and place likely have imbued related objects with a warm glow, causing me to see beauty in the truck’s unfashionable lines and godawful two-toned green.
We’re bundles of memories, happy and sad, and full of hopes and dreams and fears and demons, and it brings me suddenly back to Lao Tzu:
Free from desire, you realize the mystery.Caught in desire, you see only the manifestations.
I so enjoy the manifestations.