Me and I
I don't know where we're going, but that doesn't matter much. Content in our silence, we're coasting. Sunlight streaming in through the windshield, windows down; our 4/60 air conditioning. Neither one of us wants to speak. Talking, it seems, confuses more than misunderstanding. We top a rise and the world is before us. How very small it seems from up here....
The first Me and I
The first Me and I