Picture this:
you’re on an open road,
in an old school mustang-
turquoise blue-
rolling down 66 with the dust blowing up behind you and the wind whipping your hair.
flash back.
can you smell the electricity?
the heat from the nearby mountains?
you’re getting tan from the warmth of the afternoon sun.
don’t worry about a burn.
you’re totally alone out there.
not one soul but you.
don’t worry about anything.
just drive.
