We got into our black 2008 Honda Civic and just drove.
We didn’t care about the broken AC and the fact that the car smelt like old people who had a lot of cats.
We were getting away.
The sun was so strong it caused the car to feel hot and sticky. But I just wanted to go, go as far as I could without a plan or a destination.
So we drove.
Windows down, the wind flowing through my long brown hair. My right arm hung out the window as it made a wave motion against the pressure of the fast, warm, breezy air.
I looked over at him and even with my shades on he knew, he knew that this was it.
This was what I needed.
A spontaneous, non-determined summer get away.