Seventeen

Isn’t the sky more beautiful with stars in it?
Or maybe just the lights on the hill?
It’s just cold enough on this late March night.
The kind of cold that just feels good flowing through your hair, through your body.
Just beautiful enough for me to be reminded of how lucky we are,
How gorgeous the night is,
To enjoy this slow drive home.
I’m goin’ 35 but it feels like 10.
And I’m just watching the leaves dance around my windshield from the front to the back.
And almost on cue the jazz ends, the song ceases it’s melody, the engine stops, I am home.