Everyone had that song on their lips, all hands on steering wheels driving for miles on our perfect black creaseless road, sailing smooth alongside you, Beyonce, and your halo. We drove for miles, no one merging into or leaving, and just for a little while we were all one under pink and blue tie-dyed skies. Arm hairs on end as your voice glides along, piano, and it had nothing to do with the A/C…