There was a '69 GTO in my driveway. Red, convertible, thrumming engine. And then I was speeding away, on the black leather back seat, rushed with sunlight and air, a new best friend grinning by my side, looking up, up, up.
We went out to the Old Stone Church which stands above a town that was flooded a hundred years ago. We went down to the river, bare feet on the slick, mossy , the cool of water in the air. When we got back, he stared and stared out my window. The light softened to purple, the city was somewhere on the horizon. Driving back, we followed the setting sun. Neil Young's falsetto resonated from the speakers.
A perfect surprise of a day.
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