Like a never-ending trail of hope and desire the free-way lead out into a dim evening dust that illuminated a blanket of clear, blue sky.

Our hair washed through the air as we wound down the front windows and collapsed into the sea of wind that rushed past our ears and cashed down with waves of sound.

She turned to look at me with fire burning red in her eyes and admiration in her heart.
Her stare obtained a force so fierce it instructed the sun to change identity from a deep blue to a dark lilac-orange as it slowly set on the horizon.
  
With our thoughts fuelled but spontaneous impulses,  we drove through the night, free from all ambitions, handing out our courage like small talk to a stranger, whom we couldn't care less about.
  
Young and stupid; We were naive at its best, and unconditioned at its worst.