Windows Down

When I think about those summer nights
Singing out the window, on the back roads, “Sweet Child O’ Mine”
Sipping on the locos spark of light
Ain’t it funny how the best days of my life
Was all that wasted time, all that wasted time

Sometimes you come home from work, grill up some dinner, do some writing, and then you’re really excited to go to bed.

Other times you come home from work, grill up some dinner, do some writing, and feel like you just need some fresh air blowing through your hair.

Tonight was one of those ‘give me a back road and freedom’ kind of evenings.

The sun was setting and the air was warm, so Camden and I decided to just start driving with no destination. We ended up in a spot out in Mount Vernon that I’ve never seen before.

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In fact, I had no idea that Mount Vernon had a quaint little main street until tonight. Camden and I sat on a dock and watched the moon rise over the municipal park. It was perfection.

On the way home, Keith Urban’s “Wasted Time” came on the radio and we couldn’t help but turn it up, belt it out and roll all the windows down. We followed it up with some “Sweet Child O’ Mine” as we passed by Camp Laurel.

It made me think of summers spent in that neck of the woods with my friends from the different camps from all over the world. We spent so many nights doing absolutely nothing, except for driving around, playing music, and being free of responsibilities.

And it was glorious then, and it was glorious tonight.

We all need a little reminder to waste time every now and then, and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend our evening.

xoxo EJB

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