Dirt Roads

I remember sitting on the cool wooden chair by the window as I waited.
I remember jumping up and sprinting out the door as a silver car slowly pulled up in my drive way
I remember taking the winding country roads with the windows down, jamming out to new songs
I remember the feeling of the crisp air blowing back my hair and chilling my face as we rushed down the roads
I remember talking, laughing, and crying with them as we drove for what felt like hours
I remember the closeness there was, the large amount of care and true friendship
I remember those roads and I remember those nights
I remember and I will never forget.

Bri