That Night

I remember the smell of old spice swirling around the truck as my door opens, The way the warm heater mixed with the winter chill embracing my body and tickling my nose. And the chorus of laughter echoing as we climb in our traditional seats, all awaiting this new adventure with old friends. I remember that jolt of acceleration as he zooms through the endless subdivision- houses blurring as we race onward to our endless evening. And the surge of energy pulsating through my nerves as I sneak a glance at him, only to catch him slyly smiling back. But what I remember most was his sparkling eyes his comforting smile and his warm hands.