it is
a top down sort
of day
everything is exposed
to the sun
in his red convertible
i remember
how to drive a stick
feels like the first time
i love
sunday drives
soundtrack
santana
black magic woman
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One reply on “it’s warm, indeed…”
These days make the stormy ones blow out to sea and disappear. Who knew I liked the sun so much. But, my skin is just glowing. Indeed.