My car is alot like a chapel that opens til late. I can always find peace when I get behind the wheel at night. We work well together, she looks after me as long I respect its limitation and know well its capability. (This may sound weird) In some way she understands me too, like it knows whats going on.
I do lots of my thinking in the car and on this particular night I needed some time alone. I found myself cruising without a particular destination.. just driving to no where, kinda like going for a walk. Crossed the bridge and back but didn't know when to turn around (but eventually I did). I parked the car at H&C Bay then turned off the engine...
Engine switched off.
Silence.
Inclined seat down.
Clear nightsky.
Blinding glow from the headunit.
Miles Davis Quintet playing...
... I think in some way she misses her too.
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Driving slow on Sunday morning;
I never want to leave...
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