I can feel the cold brisk air sending chills up my back as I get into my car. I drive along the foothills of the mountains, the moon is shining bright over the unending lights. As i drive I can't help but remember the times...
....I can't get the thoughts out of my mind. I roll my windows down to remember the bitter cold reality. The tip of my nose turns pink with the frost settling in. I drive, keep on driving, all I know to do is to drive. I'm trying to drive the feeling of cold away. With no avail. I see the picture. The smile on your face and the glistening in her eyes. I continue to drive, the city lights have faded and the moon is brighter then ever. I feel my stomach sink and a knot in my throat begin to grow. My fingers have begun to turn numb and the feeling of not being able to feel has taken place as my relief. I'm heading down an uncertain road and all I can mutter under my breath in the brisk lonesome dark is Edward R. Murrow's famous words -"Good Night, and Good Luck."
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