Wouldn’t it be amazing, to go with one or two or three other people, and just take a few things, exploring anything and everything you come across?
if in the pseudo-country
on a road lined with trees
when you’re driving on a summers night
with the windows down and
the crickets are chirping on either side of you
like a chorus of angels singing or
blowing trumpets or
heralding the return of you from wherever you
thought you’d been and
the moon makes the clouds blue
against the black sky
and the stars shine like a planetarium
and the perfect song comes out of the speakers
and you’ve just sat, smiling wildly, knowingly,
primordially like it should be
with a friend
and you think it’ll
never get any better than this:
you’re probably right.
