My best friend Abby Skidmore and I were driving along a secluded road somewhere in McDonald with all the windows down and the sun roof was open. The music was playing just loud enough to hear Nate Paulson rapping our favorite song. It was about 2 am and it was the first time I had ever snuck out. The sky was full of silver beaming stars and there was a nice breeze. We were looking for a good road to drive on. Finally we found an unpaved road and we took it. We were being tossed around in our seats from the pumps and holes in the road. We could tell that we were getting closer to a farm because of the smell. I can remember how we were laughing so hard because the smell was horrible. It smelt like straight up dirty cow and old hay. Finally we parked, turned the music up and looked out the sun roof. As wiz rapped about hoes and weed we stared out at God’s gift. We began to talk about how somewhere in the universe there is another planet just like ours. It was the deepest conversation I had ever had with someone. Now looking back I didn’t even appreciate that conversation that much, but now after much “practice” I see the world just as she does. Little did I know that, late night drive would change me forever. The breeze in fact would be what changed me for the better.
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