All kinds of everything, reminds dD of you.
Midnight runs on a whim
Enjoying the nights solitude
The Mirage F roaring, growling through the night
Cornering sweetly, surely, as sure as dD was then
Long drives to Kattaragama
Long sweet nights, long gone
dD reached for the stars
After dD fell
dD remembers only you.
You remind dD that dD’s dD.
“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.” Rabindranath Tagore
Midnight runs sometimes on a whim