When my life is like a movie...

...these are the things I think:

The clouds caressing the setting sun are gorgeous; they graze the lower atmosphere above the passing farms. With the radio as my soundtrack, I stare out the window and pretend I'm an actress. I let my hair whip across my lips and eyelashes; I do not attempt to suppress its motion. There's a glow of sinking sun on my skin. I let the broken patches of orange flicker briefly in my eyes and I do not blink. I smile with peaceful passion because I know, if this were a movie, I would feel as I feel now: in the moment, in the sunset, in the beauty, in...