Let me tell you about my favorite moment.
It starts very late at night, in the car. You’re driving home from wherever, and the streets are almost empty. Giggling and chattering about the night’s activities trail off into a slowly settling sleepiness. The street lights’ glows are especially yellow. Your favorite song comes on, and you turn it up loud enough that your own voice seems to be calling from a distant tunnel. The windows are rolled down, and you sing. You sing loud. You hope you know the words but you also know it doesn’t matter either way. You sing until you have to catch your breath. Finally, the singing fades a bit, and a quiet surfaces. The music is still playing, quite loudly at that, but there’s a new sense of serenity. This is the moment. The music encompasses you, the cool air softly touches your face as you breathe it in, the sweet air. Eyes closed, mind numb; it’s bliss. The yellow street lights flicker against your shut eyelids and you can hear a few mumbles of your best friends’ voices under the music. Nothing matters except the continuous rhythm of your steady breath.
This is my favorite moment.