May I have a Ride

More than anything I remember the weight of 120 mph slamming my chest to the back of the black on black Porsche seats and the sounds of another language paired with EDM beats blaring through the speakers, vibrating my soul and pumping energy into my veins. We flew down the Parisian streets with reckless abandon, allowing chance to hand us an excursion that we hadn't dared dreamt to bargain for. The flicker of the Eiffel Tower in the rear view sans sparkles demonstrated the siphoned energy that we held right there on top of those four wheels. Although my best friend and I were with a stranger who barely spoke a word of English, we all shared space together that was beyond physical. We all believed in life. Our free spirits all soared among one another as his foot pushed through the gas pedal with enough force to send a rocket into space. As we pulled up to our destination, we all sat in silence, blown away in appreciation of the 20 minute journey we had just shared. In hindsight, my best friend and I sat drinking red wine from the south of France and giggling about the ruckus we'd stirred in a country we didn't belong to. I told her of all the adrenaline and emotions that poured through me in that moment, I remember thinking louder than it all, "this is what it feels like to be alive!"