She opened both front windows, and flashed to an image of herself as a teenager, driving too fast in her father’s station wagon, the wind blasting through the cabin, her hair dancing in the tornado.
That makes me think so much of a friend, she loved to drive, and drive fast, no convertibles, but windows open, music blasting, any time I hear a song about doing it, or like this, read it, I think of her, she had a shit life at times, but she never let it get to her, always smiling and it was contagious. She’s no longer here, and I miss her, let’s just hope there’s roads wherever we go to afterwards and she’ll be cruising in the sunshine.
