Last night my head leaped out from a car window. The wind inflated my cheeks like a parachute. My eyeballs turned sticky from the chill in the air. My belly was fizzing with romantic bubbly. We were two people, traveling just below the canopy of southern Appalachia. I was already home, squinting at the thought of us in the distance. Here, on our carriage of four cylinders, secretly wishing we could drive forever.
Events start and stop. Pleasure spreads ripples through our memories. Dr. Simon and Mr. Garfunkel lend us their tune. The best parts are when you are singing. The harmony of all this sound double-bounces my heart right out of my throat. My lips erupt their precious secret, “let’s keep falling higher and higher. Life’s balloon gave me this one string. And the levity of you pulls my whole world up, up and away.”