Perhaps, I could say that my favorite thing to do in the Summer is drive at night. I am comforted by the constricted feeling I get when nothing but blind emptiness surrounds me and the rushing wind and the sound of trees. Each limb has it's own tone of passing--a rhythm that knots my hair around the seat and is burdened with the scent of dogwood and honeysuckle. I love the heavy sway of curves on Broles Lane and often find myself taking the long way home just to feel them. In those moments, life and gravity are just a concept.
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