Beautiful

On my drive back home from the movie theater tonight I felt good. I don't know if it was the cool breeze on a rather hot night, or the fact that I can almost see the fireflies in my backyard... longing for summer nights. I don't know if it was that there was nothing good in the radio and when I turned it off I heard the music of crickets, the air coming through my window and the engine running free. Or maybe it was the solitary road I took, escaping from stop lights and bad drivers. Things felt right. Beautiful. There was a moment where the road seemed to go nowhere or anywhere, and then even the stops felt poetic. I was thinking of a poem and then decided to stop and just suck up the moment and take in all I can so maybe later I can put it in a painting... all of it. The infinite road, the moonlight, the sound of the crickets. All of it. All the beauty of a moment.