Tuesday, April 9, 2024

A Quite Ride

  


We drove in silence, listening to the radio in the hot sun. The highway danced and melted in the distance, something you would see in June or July, not late September. The air was dense and not crisp like it should have been, yet there was still a hint of Winter in the distance. The thick atmosphere made the colors muted and faded like an old photograph.

I look at him singing along to the music just under his breath. He’s on the cusp. He’s not sure if this is cool to do or not, so he stays low, just in case. In a year, this will be gone. He’ll think he’s sure it’s not cool. He’ll be self-aware. He will stay quiet and ruminate, taking it all in. I love that he is blissfully unaware for now. Happy. The kind of happy you can only be at twelve, going to the store, to buy a new video game.


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