It's dark at 10 o'clock at night. I'm driving thru town with my windows up. The vents are off and the only sound is the engine and my breathing. I reach down to the radio, and by some fluke hit the wrong button and an unfamiliar French station comes on. It begins to play a folk song, sweet and a little melancholy, making me think of wine and beautiful people, white linen and wilted flowers in the streets. I lower my windows to let in the soft mild air of a summer evening, and wish I could drive all the way to Europe.