Megan. 16. Have you ever been in a car driving down a usually busy street, at an unusual time. Say 3 in the morning. You are with your friends and the windows are rolled down. There is a warm breeze blowing your hair gently as you listen to the music play, one hand hanging out of the window. You feel as if . . . You are the only person alive. The streets are deserted. Just you, your friend's, and the street lights. Living in that single moment of happiness. ♥(s)