Sublime

It’s the feeling from the passenger seat
when there’s nowhere you need to be.
The tangerine sky is bursting
from the fallen sun, and it’s summer.
Your arm hangs out the window,
hand scooping at the breeze
and it’s warm
even though the heat of the day is fading.
The growing chill slides up through the balmy air,
but the goosebumps on your legs
are from the music

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