Free.
My hand, outside the window, heavy wind pushing it back.
Free in the wind.
Warm air blows against my face as the summer heat invades the car. Your chocolate eyes should melt, here and now. But they don't.
Free. With you.
Our hair simultaneously blows in the breeze, together in the free aether.
Free. Together.
The pine forest surrounds us, an army of brutes against two marauders. So, we go. We run... we drive. We drive away from our problems. Together.
As one.
