Not many things give me the same feeling as,
driving toward the orange sun and feeling the warm glow of the sunset wrapping me up in light like a blanket in the fall,
seeing the sky turn from ocean water blue to deep purples and cotton candy pink,
hearing the husky voice of Ray Charles singing about that crazy kind of love waft out of my radio,
knowing that I am driving toward home where the stars shine a little brighter and the trees a little greener,
having the windows cracked just enough to feel the cooling temperature of the evening whip through my hair and take away the pain of the today,
But oh my darling, you always do.