I will never forget the car ride i just took back to my Grandmother's from my Uncle Tom's house.  I am riding in the passenger seat of her ridiculous manual everything brand new Spectra down some never ending boulevard somwhere between Wellington and Palm Beach.  The windows are down, the music is up, and my seat ever so slightly reclined.  Allof my senses are ablaze:

The breaze whips through my hair and around my face and arms as Norah Jones sings of the aimless sea on the radio.  My nostrils flare excitedly with the lingering smell of my uncles vanilla cigars.  In my mouth remains the fading taste of white zinfandel, which also remains, just barely, upon my mindset.  My eyes are closed as i dream pathetically of that silly asian boy who has claimed so much of my thoughts lately that it makes me uneasy.  Have i the urge to, or if my overly exhausted body would allow it.  I could open my eyes and look up to a beautifully black, cloudless, and star-strewn sky.

...i will die in ecstacy.