I close my eyes and I feel it. I see it. I'm living it all over again. Those simple moments we had together. So simple, but so unforgettable. When I think about those times, I feel it. Driving in the thirty-six degree Winter night. I talk about loving the night wind blow through me. And you roll down the windows without a second thought. And I feel it. The chilling wind blow through my hair. I would stick my arm out the window, and you would do the same. And we would feel it. The wind just hitting us. And I can smell it. I could smell the cold, Winter night air getting ready to turn itself into Spring. And then there's the sky. The dark, blue sky. Filled with beautiful stars. Small to the eyes, but bigger than the two of us. I rest my head back on the edge of the seat, closest to you, and look up through the wide open sunroof. "I love the stars," I say to you, looking up. "I could stare at them forever." Hands still on the wheel and foot on the gas pedal, I could feel your eyes on me without having to look. And then you slowly move your eyes up to the sky to see the stars I admire so much. I could see it. The stars spread across the Winter night sky. And I can see you. Right beside me, singing to every county songs that plays. That's it. These moments. Sitting beside you while you drive, windows down, looking up at the stars, and listening to you sing. I love that. I love that feeling of peace and safe. Right next to you.
