Theres something I find so inviting about the passenger seat of a car (that is, of course, apart from the conventional proximity to the AC and freedom of one's own seat).
I can see everytihng from here and actually the savor the vision.
I never pay attention to the driver and where he's going--which can only be considered a blessing because legend has it my brother drives like a maniac/drunkard hybrid and my lack of focus is probably the main reason why I'm the only one who rides with him wllingly.
But no, I zone in on the views everyone else overlooks.
The hooves of horses stomping on the ground as dust rises to greet them with the grace of souffle in an oven, the disproportionate bush at the end of a long flowerbed where the gardener must've exhausted and decided his pay wasn't worth all this dedication, the creaking sign that hangs off the hinges of a dilapidated building, worn from its glory days.
Theres just something about sitting in the passenger's seat, I'm tellin' ya.
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