The sun's setting after a blistering hot day.  We've been in the car the whole day rambling about mindless opinions and experiences.  Singing to the album of the hour, starting conversations with strangers at traffic lights, and drawing potential tattoos on eachother with whatever pen, texter, food, cosmetic or body sustance we can spare.  What once was scalding air burning the skin that had melted against the vinyl seat, is now refreshingly cool - rustling the dry, salty, sun bleached hair and sending goosebumps on our glowing gold skin.  Skin that is still warm, with the blood cooling as fast as the sun is sinking on the horizon.  Stars are appearing with the dull glow of tiny embers in a dying fire.  Our bursting enthusiasm in the summer's heat has now been tamed into a quiet reflective state of calm. My hair is almost dry, yet I can still smell the salt.  It is only the dreaded ends that cling together in a sticky state of salt water, sunscreen and watermelon juice.  I can smell Charlie's mango from here. She's trying so hard not to allow the dripping juice to find its way down her chin, onto her clothes.  It seems fairly futile with Damien's driving though.  The lonely bubbling road is winding, but the sudden swerves are suspiciously orchestrated.  Cody's wild curls are dancing in the breeze filling the car.  With the occassional turn of a corner, a tressel will tickle my nose.  All I can smell is peaches - remenants of her body mist that still trails in the wind.  Various cliche and soon to be boring car games are played. Five minutes is the record breaking duration.  One swift movement and the burning sensation is left on my ankles, where remnants of sand have ground into my skin with one motion. We are almost there, following the road map of familiar palm trees that soar into the night sky, caressing the stars as they twinkle beneath the full moon's rays. We stop at a local petrol station.  Cool bare feet, sparkling in sand are soon warmed to the touch of the concrete beside the pumps. One can only imagine how scalding it would have been only hours before. Everyone hops out with a refreshed source of enthusiasm, practically glowing in summer's smile. The smell of petrol overpowers the mixture of mangos, sunscreen, sea salt and peaches, and the faint hum of the pumps sweeps a calming wave over us.  The neon lights within the store entice us as we step inside an instant ice box with the automatic doors.  Quick and timely notes of a keyboard can be heard, as they are collaborated into familiar tunes.  It is as shallow and souless as the staff behind the counter.  Bright colours and cold floors summarise the atmosphere of the store to perfection.  Joe pays the teller for the petrol, we pay for some sweet ice blocks and chips.  Back to the warm, cosy car as we settle back into our seats and start driving again.  The landscape is so dark now, but the sky is more bright than I've ever seen.  The car isn't as warm as it was earlier.  Uncomfortable shudders invade my skin, and goosebumps raid us all.  Amy closes her window and Finn takes out an old blanket and covers us.  The tattered, usually unbearably itchy material is now comforting and warm and I snuggle into it with my head resting on his shoulder.  His skin is still so warm from our day.  It was nobody elses.  It was ours. It was our day, and we seized it.  Nobody could take that away from us. Eight kids from one upbringing. One town.  One body of growth.  Now our own seperate people.  Seperate goals.  Seperate lives.  Yet all together for the same day.  Our day.  The gentle bumps of a relaxed car. Everyone is tired and slightly euphoric. Nostalgic and content with the significance of today. Details are consumed into a big picture.  For once, the details make the big picture. No concern for tomorrow. No worries of yesterday.  It is just the moment and the moment of our lives. The exact duration of both moments are irrelevant as they are now one. What happens in the current moment is a direct link to the moment that our lives come and go in a heartbeat. Where I am now, is the feeling at birth and the feeling at death.  Warm. Calm. Content. The blanket doesn't itch, the tan doesn't burn, the salt doesn't sting, the icecream doesn't stir and Finn's shoulder doesn't boar into my cheek. Cody plays with the hair on the back of Damien's neck as he smiles contently, driving down the dimly lit road. Charlie is gently lulled into sleep, silently proud of her calm state.  Amy stares out the window with a matching sparkle in her eyes, watching the stars.  A complete feeling of freedom as her hair gently dances in the warm wind that breezes in the car. Others quiety reflect on the day. On the moment. Contentment.  And Finn.  Finn is with me.