Memory Lane

Moment: I was driving home from having dinner with some friends.  It was so nice outside, I rolled down all my windows and was flying down the freeway with the wind in my hair and my hand out the window feeling the wind. 

Memory: It reminded me of early mornings, on my way to school (from early morning seminary).  I would desire to have the wind in my hair.  My riders and I would rolled down the windows (even during the winter) and have the wind in my hair, my hand feeling the wind, my portable radio blaring loud, and laughing.  Thanks to those brave riders who did this with me during the winter, to see how long we could handle it with the windows down.