Do you still remember the New York Philharmonic?

We laid beneath a snowfall of stars, as the fireworks fought for our attention. The summer sweat kissing the small of our backs, as the moon settled directly above our sheet. Like a reel of film, our lips grew closer with each flash from the stage. The distant noise fading slowly to silence, as your heartbeat grew louder with each beat. That was the moment I knew, you felt it too.