Take me down.
Today looks like a good day for a roadtrip. The weather is so absolutely fine that the local weatherman would have probably been left speechless, with nothing to report on. What else is there left to say, when the sky is like a broad sheet of clean canvas; so blue and barely littered with fluffy clouds of various shapes and sizes, it all seemed too good to be true?
We could embark on a quest for the ultimate White Castle burger, or an extraordinary bottle of Californian wine. You could find us a banana yellow six-seater van, or a light blue convertible that is as good as it gets. I could be the Norah to your Nick, minus a kickass playlist.
In the meantime, my favourite song of the moment plays softly in the background. Where did it start? We used to be friends. It is not quite the soundtrack to our lives, and yet it well could have been. The dramas, the tragedies, the late night coffee sessions, the knowing-me-knowing-you secret glances…
Perhaps we could do this another time.