The sand between my toes

It's always late at night, when the streets are quiet and lights are reflected in the wet tarmac. The stillness of a great city seems larger as a lone car passes by, tyres buzzing on the wet road. The car starts easily and gently hums, waiting to become the lead in the orchestra. The music is always cool and fun and yet somehow is always remembered as a soft cool jazz track played at some dark little club full of smoke and idle chatter. The driving is easy and keeps the focus away from having to speak, the conversation amusing and enjoyable. Heartbeats thump louder and faster than the music, almost deafening, hands gently shake while reaching to change through the gears. Sights, sounds, smells and touches all gathered and tucked away for later. It's over all too quickly, the car gently stopping, the door is open and pleasantries offered. A wave and a smile and the buzz of the tyres on the wet road. Til next time.