Once or twice per year, when spring and summer come bursting across the world without warning, you will be driving somewhere green and the sun will stream in through the window at exactly the moment your favorite music plays through the radio. Sometimes this eruption of joy must escape straight out your leg and into the pedal, pulsing through the engine and laid into the reeling asphalt. The overflowing feeling may burst through the poor car, so you roll down the windows and it goes pouring out. The music gets louder, barely hanging on to its own rhythm, and the pedal is still pressed down and the wind is high fiving your hand stretched out the window, and as the sound barrier falls away you become a hurtling beam of youth and health and fire, and you are alive.
Today was one of those days.
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