Long ride. Rad travel playlist. Clouds covering the afternoon sun. My head on your shoulder. Your cheek on my forehead. Breathings in synched. Soft exhales. I can now sleep. Quiet affections. Quiet questions. How? The fuck? is this happening? Have you really fallen asleep? But before long, you slipped your hands into mine and smiled. The dimples on your cheeks made a quick appearance. I sat there looking out the window thinking how lucky we are to be alive right now. Very frighting yet very exciting.
We’d talk about this again sometime. Along with the many long rides we’d have.
We are good.