Sometimes when your hanging out of the sunroof during a rain storm on a summer night, and the water is soaking your shirt, and you can almost see the soundwaves of angels and airwaves bouncing off of the carpet car seat until they ooze out of the window
Suddently theres something about the song or the night or the fact that your college town view over a cornfield looks almost like a skyline when your going 55 in a 25 and you have to squint to protect your more than tired eyes from the air rushing into them and whipping your hair into your mouth and you can taste your shampoo
And for a second world becomes beautifully real, for a second you understand.