the time jumper
Maybe a six hour drive, or three movies in a row, or an oak tree and a book, or a bottle of red wine and a beach, or a really high cliff and a lot of wind, or a hammock, or a time machine or a spaceship, or Pt Reyes or a train to Canada, or a haircut, or the northern lights, or a new pair of shoes, or Simon and Garfunkel turned up really really loud, or a bonfire, or a meteor shower, or an attempted heist or a dance party, or a really good meal, or a really good song, or a really good cup of coffee. Or all of it, everything. I don’t know.
Or maybe just a movie with some friends. Staying up way too late. I don’t have any more school nights, so it’s okay.
Maybe.
