hello, something.

You miss out on a great deal of beauty when you live with your eyes closed.  Bicycle rides in the warm summer nights, drifting down these wide unknown streets bent over my handlebars breathing deeper with every inhale.  Rolling alongside you through stoplights and chasing down dreams kept around every street corner.  Palm to palm in between smiles, sitting on the edge of the river listening to the low din that is the city at night, encapsulated in lights and sounds.  Street performers working their magic till dawn, college students participating in the mass exodus from the pubs to the closest couch, walking hand in hand in between it all - you can't forget it when I'm there with you, can you?  I won't, not anytime soon at least.  Most precious memories made with eyes wide open, hearts truthfully so full of content and life that they could burst at any given moment.  Smiles wider than this street, hands open to whatever you may put inside of them, wild lives ready to be lived and enjoyed.  I can't imagine anything else.