Love is Just a Four Letter Word

evening all.

The night had gone well.

We sat under the light of a midnight moon, huddled gratefully around the roaring flames of a solitary fire lighter and a pair of under developed twigs, a cheery wind cut through our ill chosen clothing like a zebra in a forklift truck, and from the heavens, Jesus began to spit at the sinners and we were getting wet.

In a final act at warmth, (either personal or transferred in the form of a third degree sparkler burn), we gave physical form to our shared silent thoughts....

Good job there wasn't a  fourth person really.

night all




dylan