He rolled down his window. There needed to be wind. It needed to be one of those rides; a windy ride. A let your hair go and your troubles out ride. He suggested she do the same. First, as he turned the corner and pushed the clutch in, second, third, as they passed the rock, neutral, coast to a stop at a light. He drove; she shifted. Past a meadow and a reindeer. Second, no that's fourth. They almost lost it. Patience. She got it. Third, fourth, and into the clear green. Walls were coming down. Music was being turned up. Zooming now. Pass the others like they are standing still. The speed and the wind and the music; they combine to create an exhilarating experience. One that can not be easily replicated. Slowing down. Coming down now. Back to normalcy. She couldn't always shift.