Ode

To old friendships renewed, to new ones eternalized. To sharing plates, one dessert and four spoons. To stiletto heel prints in fallen April snowflakes. To vocal shiverings in snow-covered parked cars and a slow journey home just before midnight. To Saturdays, to sunlight on awnings, to news of pending adventures. To hugs goodbye, with promises of next time. 

And driving home, alone, with the volume up.