friendship, nature, thoughts, music,random
We’re driving down the road,
Listening to the jazz music of the CBC
The golden, scarlet, and orange leaves of autumn sway in the wind,
You tap the steering wheel,
Not to any particular beat,
But out of nervousness
I smile to myself,
And say “penny for your thoughts?”
“Oh .. nothing.” Your reply rather flustered
“Ok, just checking”
And you continue to tap the steering wheel,
I look over at you,
You look at me
And we both blush a little,
And laugh
We turn back to the road,
And sit in silence,
Enjoying the music


