the sun is blinding as we drive west on the highway- one by one like ants in line- struggling to find the source for this insanity. reality eludes and sunburns tingle- add another wrinkle to the time that is wasting away while the day runs on without you. goosebumps on a warm summer morning- his t-shirt caressess my arm and smile quickens my heart- the lost art of winking is ready for a come back- no semi-colons necessary- this masterpiece is a gentleman and the energy in the air is touchable- but its just a fleeting series of small moments that catch my breath and steal my senses- this is my stop and on he goes like a whispering wind into the trees- perhaps our paths will cross again and maybe its just not meant to be...