stopped by cate

My bronzed arm hung out the of the open window of the car as we drove along the bumpy road in Darwin Australia.  My favourite Taylor swift song was pumping through my head phones as I nodded to the beat.  The black leather seat of our car was hot beneath me and was burning my legs as we drove. I turned my head to look at my dad driving the car, a look of sheer concentration on his face as negotiated the sharp corners and avoided animals suddenly running across the road as we drove along. And then we stopped...