Of perfect mornings.

Sneaking out of the house early in the morning with eyes streaked red with sleep. Beautiful wet roads. Cheese omelettes, chaye and old Nazia hassan songs. French toast that melts in your mouth and makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Conversations decorated with laughter. Drive back home. No one talks much as song after song brings back old memories. Each one of us thinks of different things and different people. But we're not distant. Still together. One of us whistles a tune and my heart smiles. Rain splatters constantly and then suddenly stops as we near home. We Change back into pjs and tees before dad wakes up.