Time Takes a Breath

I sit with my feet up on the dashboard,
music bursting from the speakers in rhythmic little puffs,
windows rolled down just enough so I can dangle my left hand over the edge.

I can faintly hear the wind pecking at the cracks on the door,
sending the puddles of water on the ground into frantic ripples
and propelling crackled autumn leaves onto my car windshield.

I close my eyes and listen to the storm battering around me,
enjoying the balmy sensation of the car vents breathing hot air,
warming my skin despite the bitter cold outside.

For once I have nowhere to be, no deadlines to meet, no class to rush to,
and so I stay here just a little while longer while the world races on around me.