Approximately 112 miles of handsome open spaces—
rivers gently whispering, and clouds soften like
marshmallows over ambers in a campfire.
Driving toward familiarity, bliss, and excitement
for a road ahead filled with spontaneity and mystery.
We run together, holding hands, escaping for a moment—
traveling along paths of deep conversation and pleasure.
Our souls were connected even before we met amongst
music from the South, red wine, and high heels.
If only we could pause time, travel the world together
and take pictures of sunsets and random strangers.
For now, we have a friendship as deep as the Grand Canyon
and warmer than Death Valley in the dead of summer.
