The clouds cleared suddenly, remembering someplace else that they needed to be, and thirty or so miles of straight empty road steamed slightly in the heat. We were happy to be able to roll down the windows finally, freeing our elbows and spirits and my overbearing hair.
Alex, driving, stuck his head out the window and yelled. He shrugged when I raised an eyebrow at him, asking me to give him a reason why he shouldn't, and Paul snored in the back seat. We rattled through the mid-state backroads, eating beef jerky and bubble gum, sure in the knowledge that we'd one day have everything figured out and nailed down.
What worried us most, then, was that the weight of all the things that we loved would crush our bones into diamonds.
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