11:15 P.M. Driving home from the movies. Back country roads. The driver’s side window is cranked all the way down, and the cool country night air tousles my hair. The comforting, sweet back-woods smell of evergreens and a thousand nights of decayed leaves is punctuated by sickly sweet honeysuckle and the acrid twang of skunk.
Tonight, as I downshift, life is grand.