A Musing

Nothing feels familiar.

The drive over is enchanting. Driving towards the sun setting for an extended period of time should be regularly required therapy.

Everything smells like summer is stepping through the doorway and you’ve been anxiously awaiting her arrival.

Being alone in a car feels like magic when the wind blows. How does anyone ever stop themselves from driving? 

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