Stranded, sun filtering in
to a car that won’t start,
we aren’t upset
instead we leave it behind,
begin to walk
and build our own adventure.

We meander to an empty park,
and wait as a mellow breeze
rests in our hair and on our faces,
the cool air is calming.

We must begin to roam again,
words flowing freely between us,
new opportunities around every corner, a beaten path beneath the bridge
guides us to graffiti, bold and unseen.

We take pictures, stop and stare
the warm sun and the new sights
are a breath of fresh air in an otherwise
stale, hectic life.

This moment of freedom, brought on by a
broken down car,
has been the happiest moment of my week.