I remember driving with my mom to the grocery store at night

And looking out the window at the moon

I watched it follow us to the grocery store

And on the way back, the long beam of each streetlight would find its way to our car and pull us towards home

One light after another after another, I would watch

As one greeted and stayed until the next arrived

Until we turned onto the smaller streets with no lights

And then we found our own way home


Wind by Cat Stevens