My days have a well paced rhythm. Sometimes I find myself in the car, on my own and with a thousand thoughts, sometimes the sound of the rain keeps me company, but at times the sun, in an almost intrusive way, warms up your arms on the steering wheel. A glimpse at the landscape, a phone call while the attention is focused on the road. On the passenger seat there’s no one, not even in the back seats, but you know you are not alone. There’s always someone dear to you up there, that gazes at you behind the tired shoulder, who doesn’t fight our battles but whispers to our heart to remind us of who we are. They love us and they protect us, to feel them we don’t necessarily need to touch them. “My airbag”, a contemporary angel, and you know who I’m talking about!