Mountain Drive
The rain stops as we drive up the mountain, and the thunderclouds begin to break up, allowing the bright silver moonlight to illuminate the car. Turning the final bend in the road the valley opens up below, the city lights a carpet beneath us. Parking the car we just sit there, looking out, smelling the wet night air, the stars are starting to shine through the open patches of sky, brilliant in the just washed night air. As you turn to speak to me, I have already turned in my seat to face you,...