I always tend to think of you at the same spot during my drive. It is the part where the highways seem to bleed into each other–beginning and ending and intertwining. If one wasn’t watching the road signs you’d end up completely lost. And even though I think of you as I drive under the bridge, into the narrowing lanes, and emerge on the home stretch, you would not remember any of it because you were asleep. I was so proud of myself for navigating the roadways without your assistance, getting us both home safely–exhausted, but safe.
It was a good night. And a peaceful memory. And it makes me so glad to have you as my friend.