1984 mercedes convertible.

the heavy door slams shut as i sink into the worn leather seat

it feels warm against the back of my legs

and the smell of hot pavement rises through the air

the red button clicks as the strap pushes me back, secure

as we drive ahead i sigh as freedom fills my lungs

the sun beating down around my arms and head

coating me with a shimmering dust of sparkling light

the wind picks up and sets my hair a flight

whipping and swirling above my head
and dancing around shoulders

i close my eyes and try to breathe it in

i don't care where we go

photo from here.