Frost

I was resisting the will to shiver because the wind was cold enough to freeze me raw. But I was warm, we were so warm.

Time to Pretend, and the windows rolled down in a party fashion, heads stuck out of the silver speed, and we flew.

We were in near tears because of the speed and the cold and the wind that so hospitably graced us with its divine gift. Electric Feel.

I looked to my left, she smiled to me through her hair. And our hairs whipped us in the face, and warmly smelled like wind. Like wind that you want to come home with, with your heart bursting out of your shirt, and evidently smeared on your face.

Where is your amazement?

Because we we're just...

Infinite.