It’s a cold and thick rain in the dead of night. The city in the valley below is just a too white smear beyond the windshield.
She is asleep in the back seat. My worn and stiff leather jacket her blanket. Shoegaze plays loud and smothering, the only warmth here.
I listen to the hard rain entwine with cocooning guitars and ethereal and ghostly female singing, and look in the rearview mirror, and watch her sleep.
Away up high here, the city only lights, the sweet darkness and rain, the soothing music, and my lover at peace for a moment.
For a moment, all is well.
