Namaste

Driving at night with no shoes on my feet, the windows rolled all the way down, the moonlight streaming through the sunroof and Hope Sandoval & the Warm Inventions blaring on my car stereo. These are the moments when I dream of a country back road where I can drive anywhere but where I've been - to anyone I haven't met. It's an itch that I will have to scratch someday. For now, the night air and a deep breath will suffice.