The pink skies rapidly fade into another black night, lighting the surroundings just enough to make out the silhouette of the person riding beside me. The rise and fall of the car makes my handwriting almost illegible while the sound of people's voices soon disappear into the background of my music that's found itself stuck on play. The constant movement of wheels underneath me eventually lulls me into a shallow sleep, waking up just in time to see us arrive at our destination. And that is why I love riding at dusk.
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ps- i guest posted over here today!
ah yes. me too. this is why i want/need a convertible. i'll meet you at your house and we'll drive/have a photo shoot at the golden/dusk hour. (slashes = yes) ;P
ReplyDeletelove this. (:
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