It started with a convertible ride into the night.
We headed out on our Labor Day weekend getaway with the top down, the starry sky soaring above, and a best of the 90s playlist on the iPad. For two hours our hair blew in the sultry evening breeze, as we chatted about everything and nothing, and laughed as we relived the soundtrack of our high school days.
As we flew down the open road, it occurred to me that I would remember this night forever. Being young, wild, free, and together. Reveling in the journey, giving little thought to the destination.
It was the kind of perfect summer night that country songs are made of.
And for those few hours, as summer drew to a close, it was our night.
Our endless summer.