Sometimes you find yourself driving home from somewhere, somewhere you can’t really remember because the detail is inconsequential. But you’re filled with stress and fear and anxiety. You’re stuck behind a Toyota Corolla who refuses to go anything but 42 mph. You pass an unimportant building called The Golden Years nursing home and pray to God you never have to live in a place like that, forgetting that your youth is fleeting faster than you can believe.

You have a finance exam in 5.5 hours you are barely prepared for, a Southern Literature class you are two books behind in, a work shift that may possibly mean seeing them. They didn’t really do anything…but that’s the problem.

You pass a confederate flag mixed in with the colors of Autumn, contrasted in an oddly beautiful way. The sky has those little cotton candy clouds that cover the entirety of the sky.

Wasn’t Expecting That by Jamie Lawson plays on my barely working car radio. Not a bad alternative to not having an aux cord.