not phased by the cold because the energy that floated from the palm of my right hand, to the palm of your left was warmer than Nana's fireplace on christmas.
our grace and ambition dismissed the thought of hesitation, and in an instant we created hills and skies of beauty and devotion.
we planted gardens of trust with altruism for all things pure.
never did we struggle to build this sphere,
for it spun and floated like many other.
we were home.
