Watching Cars

Sitting outside of Starbucks, I watch the cars as they pass. When I was a little girl, my sister and I used to watch cars zoom by my great grandmother's porch. The first car that went by would be hers, and the next would be mine. We would play this game for hours. It was always funny to see what kind of cars each of us would "get." Those were the days. No responsibilities. Not a single care in the world.