When I was younger, in high school, and almost all of my free time was spent either drawing comics or reading, there were days when I would get into my car, roll down the window (because it was finally warm and pleasant enough outside to roll the window down again), feel the crisp cool air as I drove to the comic store with MY music playing on the radio, and just feel happy. Happy to be young and alive, happy to be free, inspired to create and happpy to have the time to do so.

I don't get days like that very often anymore, but as I was driving home from dropping W off with her mom, returning books and movies that were checked out or rented weeks ago, I rolled the window down in the car, turned up my music, and was hit with the real feeling that today is, in fact, one of those days.

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