March 30, 2004
Then there will be a sunset, and I will be running across the golden-hued grass. The sky will be overflowing with rose and gold, the sweet scent of wildflowers will be in the air. You will be lying in the grass, watching the sky, waiting for me. I will run to you, make a stupid excuse why I was late, and collapse next to you in the grass. Then we will laugh, then watch the sky and talk about everything under the sun as the golden dusk turns slowly to dark, covering our sprawling sky with the purest night stars.