It existed then, but doesn't exist anymore. I'm letting it go...a song the vehicle for the ride, driving along a warm sunlit pasture. The grass, long and dry, tan from the sun, waves goodbye. An old car, from the 40s. I don't know the name of the driver, he's an older man, with dark skin and gray hair. With each bump in the dirt road, my body shakes, and, in turn, my mind instinctively opens up. Where we're driving, I don't know, but my guide does. All I know is that he's taking me far away.