melting thawts while driving into sunset

Seven thirty p.m. and the sun is a gigantic orange globe, hanging low in the sky. Seen as a perfect circle through the piles of trees but burning my eyeballs when in plain sight. I have rose-coloured sunglasses that turn that blueish evening light into purple, making my vision feel like an old photograph. Everything smells like spring- that dusty road, the wet ground. I like to drive with my windows down all the way. I like to smell the evening air. I have to turn up the music so loud to hear over my noisy car and the whooshing air passing me. I am listening to Jungleland, and I want to be sitting barefoot on a car in the summer, drinking warm beer (or even better, cold beer), feeling that summer feeling. This melting month is the best so far.