Glad to have made contact.

Loved to intertwine within those blue eyes, months before we'd fade with the particles of our memory.

Plato's spirit saw the snow today.

It purified the Earth again, while I was emptying out my stress.

Insurance and assurance were synonymous today.

It's so quiet in the harbor.

The ships stayed in and we all sang choral melodies against the mast.

The air was crisp and so were you.

Perfect atmospheric conditions on the hell-side of Kentucky.