| 03-10-2006 F r i d a y , M a r c h 1 0 , 2 0 0 6 ';... And if you could see what's come over me
Then you would know
Cause I'm walking free
The wind at my back
Bathed in afterglow ...';
Tonight the wind pressed against my chest like a kiss, holding me up.
I felt the damp on the air.
You, humming along over my right shoulder.
Bringing the sound of comfort.
The low, deep, rumble of something familiar.
Something past.
Something that made me breathe in the future.
The sky, once purple, now black.
Put to bed for the night.
And i ride along dreaming.
Looking for peace.
Filled with wonder.
About you, about us.
Where will this road take us? This was how i met you.
Two beams of light, cutting through the dark.
And tonight..
when you kissed me under the yellow lamp,
it was the past.
My heart still fluttered, like the past. 
I choked at my own dark hand today.
I cried.
Now i feel weak from admission. You showed me its ok.
My journey is real and a piece of me.
With quieted fear, you've come too.
Over the miles.
My sadness and stumbling.
And you, you save me with a quiet grace. 
';... As I sit here in this dark room,
All I seem to feel is light
I see color,
I see the maroon in the blood of this life...
That's ours...';
';... And if you could see what's come over me
Then you would know
Cause I'm walking free
The wind at my back
Bathed in afterglow ...'; **Grey text is an excerpt from Vanessa Carlton's - Afterglow
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) we headed out for a quick spin on the bikes before dinner. Man, i swear as soon as that sun starts to go down, the temp sure drops fast. We toodled around in the sandy backroads at dusk. 
';You a veddy bed man, Jeddy!';
