Passing

I sat quietly as we drove, windows down, hair flapping in the cool air.

Soft music floated from the stereo. I sighed with satisfaction not just at the night, but at the thought of a warm bed where I could begin to relive everything.

We talked on the way home, about our experiences. Tales of work on farms, discussion on what we wanted our futures to look like.

Eventually we reached home. We both had ignored the inevtiability of this moment while riding. I realized I would never have that same conversation again. I would never really get to re-experience today.

I couldn't believe it was over then. Now it makes sense to me. I've gotten used to the sad reality that time always passes.

I swear a second ago I was typing a story.