Monday, April 7, 2014

We drove fast and straight out of the city to see the stars
My head and my hand were hanging out of the open window
feeling the world on my face and between my fingers
while all of us were tangled in the moon, the music, the stars,
and the feeling of sharing that with each other.
Surely our headlights must have contributed to the many cars
flying down that country road, but no one can ever guess 
how magically infinite we all felt within that car as the stars burned
brighter the further we drove.
- poem by me, Saturday, April 7th 

Fill these warming days with the people, the places and the songs you love most in this world.


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