Perfection

Leaving LA at 4 am on a Super Shuttle van, Simon and Garfunkel blaring from the speakers, and every person who joins the van has an air of a story. A reason they need this shuttle. A hope that we don't speed off the road on a sharp turn. A hope they can get an empty seat next to them on the plane.

The Simon and Garfunkel was perfection. It was exactly what I didn't know I wanted then and there. It made me beam inwardly, as I probably projected a dumb/crazy look outward. Or maybe I looked peaceful. It was the bow on my LA escapade. It fit. 

Random songs that you didn't choose, hitting the mood so hard, your chest swells. Don't you just love that?