You start to live

Sometimes you need to get in the car even though the temperature feels like it is a hundred degrees Fahrenheit with humidity because there is a garage band practicing somewhere in your complex and it is too hot to complain. You get in the car, roll four windows down and drive toward the beach, only you don’t turn towards the beach but keep going. There is no one in front of you and no one behind you. You drive through a grove of trees and even though you are not going fast, and even though you are not in a convertible, it feels like it, and you think this was why that commercial from the seventies was so good, the one that said, You start to live when you start to drive, and in this heat, you feel like you are living at last.

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