To remember the time is nothing, not
that I could forget, but it is nothing to bring it back. Fall is here and a last ride to the mountains has me at the momment once again. I left, driving away to a future so unlike anything I could feel. I drove away and found myself in unfamiliar places. Mountains high enough to obscure my heart, wide enough that the wind was transformed there. Traveling in its embrace of beauty I cryed as the enfant does, for my heart once again burst and nothing could regain it. Now here I am, years later and new location, still clinging to those mountains, still wanting there embrace, only to find that it was you, your touch that has kept me alive all these years.