57 Chevy
I lucked out that I got a window seat in the back of the car. Being one of four kids in the back seat of a '57 Chevy for three and a half hours, I would have died had I not been able to sit by the window. My attention was focused outside the car; on the night sky, the stars, the black landscape shooting past, the barely discernible undulation of arroyo and mesa. It was like watching a dream floating by. The reflections on the car window further played on the dream-like effect. It was like daydreaming at night.
Soon, I was floating above the desert; above the car. I could see the headlights of my parent's car down below me. I could feel the cold black night air flowing over me and it was wonderful. And then! Small white lights began popping up on the horizon. They seemed to multiply. The white lights poured over the horizon like lava.
A bump in the road slammed my face up against the car window and I came to full consciousness. Squinting, I saw those city lights in the distance and became excited, for I knew we would soon be in a strange city and that we would soon be stopping for a much-needed car break. I could not wait to get a whiff of that cool desert night air and I could not wait to see and feel a new place.
Soon, I was floating above the desert; above the car. I could see the headlights of my parent's car down below me. I could feel the cold black night air flowing over me and it was wonderful. And then! Small white lights began popping up on the horizon. They seemed to multiply. The white lights poured over the horizon like lava.
A bump in the road slammed my face up against the car window and I came to full consciousness. Squinting, I saw those city lights in the distance and became excited, for I knew we would soon be in a strange city and that we would soon be stopping for a much-needed car break. I could not wait to get a whiff of that cool desert night air and I could not wait to see and feel a new place.
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