Forgive these driving at night posts, but when its late and I’m in the passenger seat my mind wanders.
Driving home when the streets are worn from the dirt of the day, and the lights shine through the windshield magnifying the filth, which has been rubbed back and forth and you can see reflections bounce off your nose and the radio is playing one of your favourite songs that makes you miss another time, you think to yourself its no wonder that films with driving sequences make you cry.
Life does sometimes suck from the passenger seat.
But I made vanilla cupcakes tonight and they were good…so all is not lost.
They had coloured sprinkles too.