The first song on this Wednesday morning was a live version of “Hotel California from the Eagles. 

I love that my imagination allows me to visualize driving through the desert in an old 80′s Mercedes convertible while hearing this song. It even allows me to imagine the longer hair. Just flying through the night, the only card on the road.

Fitting line:

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

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