Co-pilot

This afternoon I got in my car and since it was warm from the sun, I rolled down the windows as I pulled away. It was the end of the workday so I was distracted and mentally tired and very ready to get home. As I pulled onto 4th street I hit the radio and hit the gas, and the cool afternoon air flooded the car and with a gust picked up a bougainvillea flower that Reilly has placed on my dash. The flower circled the cabin a few times before resting in the passenger seat next to me, and it was as if she was there with me, a little paper heart fluttering down by my side.