Driving home from work tonight. Thirty eight degrees, sun shining, windows down. Singing, shouting, along to Local Natives. The crisp smell of cold and a fireplace*. Suddenly everything was quite perfect.
*We used to call it the scent of breakfast meats. I think I will always remember that.
3.05.2010
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