why the rush?

the rushing of the dashed road lines,
the percussive rhythm of rushing cars and rushing trees,
we head into the night not knowing where we’re going, but knowing when we’re there.
a café turned night club.
dj’s and dancers,
lights and more precision.
later, it’s 1am, beach and blankets, huddled together, friends and beer.
the stars have never been brighter, ever.
and it’s never been colder.
the ocean waves crash and we laugh…too much beer.
a seal barks and we doze off in the freezing sand.
we rise before the sun does, we rush off again, more percussive sounds trailing behind us…and we’re gone.