The Moon

Tonight driving home the moon was as bright as a streetlight on a dark night. When I was young and crazy, I had a car that was as fast as the wind. On full-mooned nights in the summer I would roll down the windows and jack up the radio, turn off the lights and drive through the night like a run away train.
I'm not sure if it was the moon, or that restless feeling that comes over you from time to time and makes you do crazy things. But the wind blowin' through your hair and those songs that speak to you on a level that's hard to understand, somehow combine to make you do things that's hard to explain to people who are sain.
Anyhow, driving home tonight I got the urge to do it again but my better judgement talked me out of it. But I did jack up the radio and look back over my shoulder at that big ol' moon.