If wishes were horses...

I took a little ride tonight. Open windows, open sunroof. It was hot today, and summer re-established itself. One of those days that when you move a little, you sweat. Which leads to one of those nights you long for a convertible. Moving down the road, the wind felt just right, just so perfect. It was the type of drive, and type of night, to make the world seem a little less harrowing. One of those times you want to bottle it. But you you a night like this will come again.