Getting lost in the moment and each other. For him.
Walking on a twisted path, Us beneath the clouds. Rain drizzles on our heads, Spanish moss surrounds. Walking up the twisted path, Smell of earth and rain. Not knowing where it leads, Not having any aim. A turn along the path, leads us to a peak. From atop a cliff, we looked upon the sea, So vast, deep and epic. Pacific Waves crashing, hard and free. On this twisted path, take...Read On