Sunset Lake, Mesa, Colorado

When the sun in shining through my open sunroof in the mid afternoon, while I'm driving the interstate through the trees faster than I should, changing gears in the car and in my mind; when my sunglasses are on and the radio is up and one of those songs begins to play

I don't change it.

And I know that this feeling is temporary. I know it may be infantile or purely sensory. I know that it supersedes rational thought. And even though I know, well, the sense of loss felt when this road ends

I don't change it.