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The journey I just had, coming home from dinner at my aunt's:
Cotton-backed leather driving gloves.
Leather and aluminium steering wheel.
Warm air on my feet.
Cold air on my face, from the vents.
A low harvest moon.
Stars.
Dimly-lit hedges, rushing past.
The clusters of sodium orange, glistening in the distance as the city draws closer.
Driving swiftly on a familiar road.
The burble of the exhaust.
The comforting glow of the instrument lights.
Brrm.
Cotton-backed leather driving gloves.
Leather and aluminium steering wheel.
Warm air on my feet.
Cold air on my face, from the vents.
A low harvest moon.
Stars.
Dimly-lit hedges, rushing past.
The clusters of sodium orange, glistening in the distance as the city draws closer.
Driving swiftly on a familiar road.
The burble of the exhaust.
The comforting glow of the instrument lights.
Brrm.