random memory #173:

on a midnight drive, we park along the side of the road, as our destination is only reachable on foot. hand in hand we walk through trees and grass up to our knees. up hills and rocks and things that crack. only armed with lighters and moonlight, we finally reach the spot. lay our blankets and bodies. as we wait and wait, soon our presence is known and company soon arrives. one whistles, two whistles maybe three. enough to grab their attention. we gaze upon oceans in the sky and waves crashing with greens and blues. as quickly they come, quickly they go. enough to feed our desire and spark our fire. we lay silently in still night for we need not speak, our actions are enough...