one of my favorite nights

It was a crisp cool night and I was probably 17.  It has been a bad week and it was only Thursday.  I had been pining over the same guy for months.  An eternity in teen angst years.  I got in my 4Runner and drove.  Driving just to drive.  Windows down.  Music blaring.  To physically get away from it all.  The air clearing my head, the music drowning out my thoughts, and the sting of the cold hitting my face.  I drove until life didn't seem so hard.  I drove until I felt like I could get a grip on my life again.  To leave every negative emotion behind.

Then I turned around to face it one more time. 

When I think back to that night I feel a little better.  A little lighter. 

This night was BC (before Christ), when I thought I could still run away from myself.