It’s a cold Saturday morning, my grey BMW is looking at me with it’s out of bed look. I step inside, the black leather seats are cold. I shove the key inside the metal keyhole, a fulfilling noise reaches my ears. Rumble rumble. I put on some music, Beethoven, something bombastic and heroic to start the day. The scenery starts to race by my windows. The rays of sunshine fill my dashboard. Gently following the waves of the road. My horn is a trumpetmand it shouts words of joy to all those that want to hear it. The roadtrip begins…
Improvisation Nation 