When I was in high school, I got my driver’s license, as all good young drivers do at that age. And like most teenagers, I enjoyed night time cruises along the empty beachside streets. I blasted music and rolled down my windows, and if it was winter, I turned the heat on. There is nothing quite like fresh air intoxicating you while you belt out tunes into the universe.
Yes, we were melodramatic then. Enjoying our youth on the wheels of relative freedom.
Now, it’s just soothing. I don’t drive like that much anymore but I still wonder where the stars come from. I still let the darkness wrap me in a cloak of mystery, save the car lights, street lights, and even the stop signs that reflect rather than illuminate. But those stars. They still keep me guessing.