There are the lost hours. The ones nobody thinks about. The ones where everyone’s asleep, and the world is cool and quiet. Those are the hours that’re mine. Completely, absolutely mine. Whether to sit in the quiet, listening to the crickets with their back and forth chirping, sit at a counter, thinking and drinking black coffee or driving on highway with a sky darker blue than pillowcut sapphires.

In those moments, it’s all yours. And everything you love matters. Everything. The ultimate luxury, even if it’s only every now and then.