You can find me howling at the moon.
Always secretly feared this as a kid.
Shaking your hand is the closest I’ve ever come to meeting the wind.
Age holds no better number.
Looking back, I think it was only me at the time.
My first car. My close friend Michelle’s Grandmother’s car. A brand new, used 1992 Ford Torus with 3 hubcaps, no AC, and a half broken tape deck. But she runs.
Guess its a toss up.
That weight could be heavier. I’m grateful.