sitting in the passenger's seat returning home from portland with my father. it's late sunday evening and i have school tomorrow, but right now i am bundled up reading with a flashlight. i am near the end of the book and reading more quickly than usual... i am eager to reflect on my satisfying view of it as a whole. i read the last few sentences carefully then stare at the page as i soak in the meaning of it all. i flick off the light and become aware of the anticlimactic rumblings of the car... it's dark except for a pair or two of floating red taillights off in the distance.
we go by the occasional streetlight, illuminating only a section of a concrete divider, as if it existed there and nowhere else. he doesnt say anything as i set the book down by my blanket-covered feet and im glad... i dont feel like talking, just watching the world outside of my window.
passing through a city, i study the people. i wonder what life looks like to them... but only for a brief instant. i am a kid and life is simple. i sit back, close my eyes, and allow myself to be lulled to sleep by the rhythmic flash of lights through my eyelids. i am content.