i think maybe it'd be a great yet simple idea to spend hours in the ride, with someone right, with a view like this, and in all of a sudden the radio would play layur's song, hans zimmer's, or maybe songs that we agreed to be 'ours'. you'd be driving; not too fast nor too slow--with your right hand, because your left one would be holding into mine. we might contemplate about anything we could've think; about those rough day we've been through, about tomorrow, or about us. it'd be silence for a moment, but not quiet. somehow or another, silence seems speak so much more than words. we'd be skygazing, and contemplate, a lot. we'd have a little faith, a little hope that maybe the bleeding sun in the west horizon we view is hiding something better for tomorrow. we'd knew, that there's always another day and we still got plenty of chances.