Agathos Dorea

I remember that day;
Vividly; perfectly.
We we’re driving west;
July taking hold.
Lost in the moment; lost in the miles;
The world, at last, opened out in front of us; grand in its majesty.
And somewhere along the way;
Exactly where I can’t be sure;
Everything finally started to make sense.
And for a time; magic and infinite;
Our days were carefree;
And the world welcomed us wherever we went;
And our burdens were light;
Our sadness no longer.

I remember that day; vividly; perfectly.
We we’re driving west;
July taking hold.

July taking hold, western NE