We Float

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Waiting for my parents to pick me up, I steal a glance at Maria. She has a slight smile on her face. I can’t think of anything to say to her, so I lightly brush my fingers against hers, then we hold hands waiting for time to pass.

Driving north on the 5 on New Years' Day. Traffic stops halfway between Los Angeles and Sunnyvale. The sun has just set, turning the sky from pink to a deep blue. To the west, the silhouette of hills. To the east, storm clouds and farmland. From my car to the horizon, red brake lights of cars. I have Zero 7's Destiny on repeat.