some say 78° in la is too hot, but…
a soft, warm breeze wafting past your face
sunlight dancing off the dashboard
the gentle swaying of beads hanging from the review mirror
a fountain coke sparkling in the cup holder
so many sounds
birds resume their songs rejoicing warmth
cars putter along familiar roads
heat closes in and for a moment it’s suffocating
you make a turn and the cross breeze brings back the cool relief
It’s currently too hot to be going for a walk so that “want to go for a drive” text was just beautiful. No better feeling than cooling down with my arm out of the passenger window
it’s when i feel most alive. i’ve recently realized what a privilege it is to be in control of your transportation. to move from one place to another under your own volition. to drive or be driven. to be lovingly carried somewhere new, where the air is cooler and the sun is lower. feel the breeze on your face and let the wind run it’s fingers through your hair. drive fast with the windows down. even in the winter. feel it all and feel it hard. i hope i will never grow out of the desire to smile out at the world as it whirs by.
It holds the perfect amount of water. You’ll never be parched again if you drink out of a 32 ounce jar. That’s a little under 1 liter for those who grew up using normal and better methods of measurement.
