There’s something about long drives in the summertime – with a song on the radio and an atmosphere.
There’s something about that man in his crisp white shirt – buttoned a little too low, but carrying it off.
There’s a golden sheen to it all from the evening sun. You know the long evening sun with the extra long beams that touch forever.
There are pop divas and kids from the streets and they have all tasted the pink champagne and cigarettes of this moment. The sweetness with a dirty aftertaste.
But the golden light paints it all alright for now.