The sun dips down and settles behind clouds painted harshly against the skyline. I close my eyes and let the smell of freedom burst through my nose. I hold onto you tightly, you breath deeply and squeeze back, softly. Leaves blow across the road like confetti in the wind. We're in the car looking for a new place to drive. You're so charming. Smiling. Laughing. Playful. You push my hair aside and I love it. Engine droning, throbbing along with your beating heart, we stop at a red light and three imaginary boys run through the crosswalk. We pull up beside a glass office building and in it's reflection we look at each other and nod, slowly, then drive away. So, where were we going?