When I was little, my family became members of a private lake club in western New Jersey. My parents weren't into the local town(y) pools, so this was the alternative.
When we used to make the twenty minute commute there, we always took the highway (my parents are also highway travelers, a trait they have passed on to me, for better or for worse). Initially it seemed interminable, as do most boring things to eight year olds. Eventually, I realized that with the back windows of the mini van cracked open, the air rushing past sounded like (to me, good Catholic girl that I was) angels talking to each other.
I was going to change this layout - it's just a preset from the website, and I'm not into presets, I'm always trying to customize even when it's unnecessary - but it reminded me of so many trips in New Jersey, on the highway, going to a lake, listening to the wind. I still drive with the windows down on the highway sometimes, messy hair be damned.
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