I might take you for a drive to look for random moments of highway bliss. We would open the sunroof and the windows and drive past the river flowing fat and slow like the river in the Wind in the Willows. We could count the forsythia beginning to burst into bloom. Our playlist would consist of one song on repeat: B.B. King’s Better Not Look Down – the best driving song ever. I might tell you about a boy I once knew who would offer his long-haired passengers a scarf he kept in his glove box for when he took down the top on his Jeep. I might wear a scarf in my hair myself. That always makes me feel like Audrey Hepburn.