Thinking about school starting again next month and also all the heavy things in the whole wide world

I am a slow and languid scene from a film that is probably about a middle-aged woman trying to not collapse into herself like a star but instead thrive again like she was told people do when they come into their own. Later, in life. In the after then.

I am wearing ratty bike shorts and a t-shirt from the 90s that is so thin you could see my bra if was wearing one. I have an old hat on and as I drive my large SUV through the parking lot of the high school where I will deposit my teenage son. I am desperately grasping a cup of coffee that intermittently spills on my bare thighs when we dip over the speed bumps.