These are the outskirts of town. Everything I’ve ever feared, but I love it, love the way I can be so free and easy without even trying to be. A summer song plays and my hair flicks into my face as we fly through the Indian summer air. I should have outgrown this long ago, but I can’t help it, it’s just so easy. It’s innocent and beautiful and familiar. It’s friendship. I can’t believe I never had this before. It’s almost too good.
