Tuesday, October 13, 2009
A morning drive
The mountains and hills kissed the clouds and the sky soon blushed a purple-red-orange . The morning dust was shaken from our bodies as we rolled toward the burning horizon, a song twisting in our ears, something about love. Down an empty highway passing vacant parking lots and superstores in silence. No words found or needed to describe our invisible bonds. The river to our side could not be as deep as our souls or as wild as our hearts .
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What passion for life I read in your words and hope of an exciting future as well.It reminds me of when I was young and makes me ach for days gone by too fast and unaprieciated.
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