It must be pretty cold out there by now
Or it would be, with all the wind rushing by
But I am warm
Sitting in content concentration
Watching the turns
Through hills and trees, then highway
As conversation ceases, speed increases

It feels like I felt once in an airplane, landing at night
But not the moment of the landing, but the one before
When the wheels are due to hit the asphalt, and the guiding lines are rushing by
That moment is the one that I am sitting in now
I couldn't be on the road
I am above it, waiting
The ride is still too smooth for me to be on wheels
Whatever bumps I feel are only turbulence

The moment lasts as its thrill passes
Stretching out to a tranquil half an hour
Gliding amongst fellow late-nighters
Until I'm too far from convenience for their light to continue to pollute my view

I land as the road turns to dirt, startling my father awake
Back upon the earth
And then we are home