onehundredfourtytwo.

These thoughts are the sweetest taste of sunshine and spirits. I just cant shake those long days spend at the beach from my mind. Everything had a tint of golden to it. I miss the way we spent the days as friends back then. I miss the way it felt while cruising around, windows down, music bumping so loud, it could shake the walls. I miss that feeling that home was just over the dunes. Those intervals made it seem as if life came together to form a heaven on earth. Somehow, despite all that was going before and after, I felt that just for once, everything was going to be okay. After all, home was just over the hills.

The color of cold has changed and the color of love will soon follow.