Top is down, a warm wind is blowing and I'm driving 70 on the 101 through the valley. Next to me is the dog sitting perfectly in the passenger seat. Nose forward, sniffing the air and looking into the sky. I've got the radio blasting and an airplane is taking off from Burbank overhead. It's just me and the dog, in our enclosed yet open to the sky bubble jetting along the flow.
Another day living the dream - a new dream.
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