Driving on wet roads like black glass in the quiet of a summer night, windows down to let the air spill inside, motor spooling up through five gears, and not a headlight or tailight in sight. It's one of those things you want to share, but wouldn't have a word to say if you did share it. Speechless.

That's how things have been as of late. The trials and hassles of everyday life give way to this cool breeze of... something else. Those things I look forward to, not as the "next big thing," but instead what is now, what life is. Not the past, or the future, but what is going on every moment or every heartbeat, breath, and tick of of a clock wound only as tightly as I pull it.

I wouldn't have it any other way.