looking left

look left.

he's driving, we're passing malls from freeways, dark through the window and in the car and I'm frozen looking at his face.

There's a feeling in the car. There's a feeling when I look left.

The feeling is spreading warmth in my chest, I feel it in my face and my hands, the warmth, and there's a tingle on the rims of my eyes and a pleasant tightness behind my eyes and this is part of how the moment feels. Its overflowing.

We sound like car-at-night sounds. Passing cars, music from a phone/bluetooth (I don't remember which song), he's probably talking or singing along,

and I am filled with this feeling and the feeling of wealth. abundance. complete bliss. This is wealth. He loves me. He is good. I love him. We are here. These moments are passing and we'll be parents soon.

For now, it's just me and him. I'll look back to this forever. 

These will be brief days that went so quickly and we'll never have back.

We'll have good things ahead, better. 

But this, is so good. It tastes like the sweetest flavor I know, to be here tonight in this car, me and him, long drive home, looking left.