At The Car Wash

As Herself sat in the new vehicle, watching the foam spray over the glass of the moon roof, she reflected about how much she enjoys the car.  It's a pleasure to get into it, a pleasure to drive it, a pleasure to park it at her destination.  It's clean and tidy and reliable and readily holds all the things she might need. It will transport her to places she needs to go, and to places she wants to go.  Happy.

She might almost love the car -- except (she reminds herself) that loving Things can so easily lead to heartbreak. And so, she keeps her fondness for the vehicle quiet within her heart.

It is a good car, indeed.