It was raining heavily on the street. The windshield wiper was working furiously so that I could see beyond the rain that splattered across the screen.
Blasting from the radio was some music that I could barely decipher. George was at the passenger’s side lost deep in his thoughts.
I could see the traffic light went red and I stopped.
The combination from the music and the rain drop were hypnotic that my head automatically went along with the movement of the windshield wiper – to the left, to the right, to the left, to the right.
And I turned to George.
Saw him bobbing his head too.
My true Soul Mate;-)