The wind is in my hair; after all we both knew that is where it best belongs.
Tangles are beginning to be created. Who knew that a such a mess would be the result of something so rewarding.
The small veins on my cheeks began to fill with blood from the rush, my single freckles are blooming, and the smell of spring is inviting.
“When we roll the windows down we let nature flood our vehicles. The birds are calling us… Listen.”