Independence

At the traffic lights which had turned red just as I drove up to them, I finger-fanned myself then leaned across the passenger seat to grab the grey handle and wind down the window. This was the first time that I had ever been able to do that.

There's a sense of independence, yeah. I could feel its revolution with the responsibility of driving by myself.

It's cool.

I cannot think of how else to describe it, because I don't feel it needs a word that's closer, more precise and less generic in meaning. If I'm to write the truth, this case of blurry is accurate enough.

Independence: following an unruled straight line through its curves.