The stars were dancing around our heads like little hovering masterful blockades.

The sky was dark as not being able to see past this loving escapade.

The trees were

waving and waving

beautifully whilst the wind whistled in perfect, simultaneous angelic harmony.

The lake watched us and we watched

it.

Admiring, soaking it all in like a bipolar sponge, conflicted by

the notion, wondering if nature was more gorgeous that man-made richness.

Our lips touched and the waves cheered and the sun rose.

The memories are imprinted in the DNA of my inner soul I suppose.

I will never forget her silky red hair against the smoothness of the atmosphere,

complimenting one another like a cool summer breeze and an ice cold glass of success.