I just spent the last half hour or so driving home from a rendezvous with a friend of mine and her boyfriend. We spent several hours chatting at Starbucks before relocating to Macaroni Grill to continue our conversation over dinner.
I'm stuffed beyond reason, just by the way.
On the drive home, I opened my sunroof and rolled down the windows. I hung my arm out the driver's side window for the majority of the trip. I put my new favorite song on repeat (Meyrin Fields, by Broken Bells, if you're interested). I let the wind kick up my hair, I sung at the top of my lungs (even though I didn't know all of the words), and I took the long way home.
It was exhilarating.
Nothing fancy, no speeding, no big deal really. But then again, that's something I've always appreciated.
The little things.
Like moments alone in my car, a cool breeze, great music, and soothing darkness.
Sometimes the little things make the biggest difference.