To avoid the traffic, they hit the road at three in the morning, when the sun had still few hours to peek through the horizon. Music echoing through empty street of the dormant city got desecrated by sharp notes of four voices that built a shaky yet confident choir. Their small trunk packed full, baggage spilling to the leg space of the back seats. Through forests, small cities and fields they drove to reach the sea. And as the time flew by, radio went static and voices got tired, one by one they started to fall asleep...
Steady deep breaths, warm breeze slipping in through the open window as the sun rose slowly over bathed in gold fields. He haven't felt so happy in a long time.
Photo print of this drawing will be added to this month's goodie bag for the Plugs 2.0 patrons.