I decided to take a short cut to a familiar place. I was by myself and the windows were down. Pearl Jam was on the radio and the curvature of the road felt good.
I rounded the corner and drove passed the Clinton Street Learn to Fly, slowing down as I came to the stop light. I was suddenly aware of how my mouth tasted of iced coffee and cigarettes. I wished for a piece of gum. I took another drag and licked my lips. My mind drifting.
The light turned green and I began to go. Out of no where the skies opened up and I was driving through a sun shower, all for you. Focused, I pulled down my sunglasses and smiled.
Everything is as it should be.