Nov 4, 2020
A friend once told me she likes the warmth of the car on a summer day. The sleepy warmth that takes you away.
I didn't understand it then. Although we were the same age she seemed much much wiser than I.
And now I thirst for the warmth of a summer day spent in a car. The familiar lull of the heat hitting my face.
How distracted have I been to not realize summer has come and gone. And the taste of the breeze can still feel like riding my bike to her house on a hot summer day.
Winter, even with its bitter cold, is the season I prefer. But I still long for that familiar lull of the heat hitting my face.
