Solo expedition

It wasn't due anything in particular, but I needed to get out of the house on my own tonight. Without the potential time bomb in the backseat (see previous post on how much Clementine hates the car), I remember what it's like to just cruise around, blast some music, sing along and enjoy red lights. Who cares where I end up when I'm just trying to clear my head. For a while it chills me out, but soon enough I feel drawn home. I want to see her all-gums smile when I walk in the door, I want to feel her hand clutch my finger as I feed her, I want to smell her sweet little head.