We take turns driving. When I’m not at the wheel, I’m in charge of the Time Machine — the music. Each melody transports.

I could feel it before I hit play. Graham Nash’s “Sleep Song.” It was the first song Dominique ever sent to me. We hadn’t yet met in real life. Not that love has a final destination, but I was tumbling toward it, within it. I had just finished a gallery show. My mom came to spend the weekend. We were still in the throws of the show’s excitement. Still too engaged in our own tumble to go to sleep. I put her blow-up mattress at the foot of my bed. My phone started to ping from France. We began to giggle. All the what-ifs and could-bes of potential love are so tickling when you share it with your best friend. Then he sent the song and our laughter tears turned to tender tears. We all were dreaming, none of us asleep.

“It’s a beautiful song,” he said, hands at 9 and 3, facing Memphis. Traveling on.

People often say, “…if I only had a Time Machine…”. But we do. We carry it with us. At the speed of love.

Happy travels, my friends. We are journeying to the new year. Some loves will sit beside us. Some loves we carry in our hearts. Some are waiting, just up the road. The adventure begins, and begins…