Tonight I was driving on that meandering two-lane highway south of Yachats when the wet of winter was suspended as the clouds broke and the night sky winked at me through the windshield. <br /> <br />Like a soundtrack to my life, that rising, raw, half-scream, half-wail from ‘All My Mistakes’ – the one that hit you at just the right moment, it played right there at the turnout to Cape Perpetua. <br /> <br />I cracked the window - a pitiful substitute for the way our hair whipped with the top down that day. And the salt-laden air smelled of approaching spring, but if I tried hard enough, I could still smell that October day: sun-baked dirt, coffee, Marlboros and sea animals. <br /> <br />I swung the car to the right and climbed the one-lane road to the top where I cut the lights and the engine and shivered as I exposed myself to the wind. I was completely alone, but for the memories of when you offered me cheese, how heads gently rested on shoulders and the laughter. Oh, the laughter! <br /> <br />Then the clouds shifted east, dimming the already lackluster stars.<br /><br />hollie ash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-letter-to-shamanda/
