Passion
I jumped into my SUV again after a quick change into more relaxed beachwear. Pulling the band from my hair, letting the long tresses fall, I was feeling free already as I turned the key lightly, coaxing the engine to life. I let my ’97 ‘Cherry’ warm up a little as I sifted through the glove box. I had borrowed a few CDs from BJ’s car last week, thinking my playlist needed refreshing. Some of them I hadn’t recognized, but was interested in seeing what music he was listening to at the moment, so chose a few hip hop-looking ones and some that looked more classical.
I filed all of the CDs into the music system and hit play on the panel before starting to drive out. Listening to the hum of the engine while waiting for the first song to start, I realized I loved the familiar sounds and
