Fall
It's the first day of fall in the desert.
We accelerate onto the freeway
and I roll the windows down.
The pureness of the day bursts through
loudly taking over all I can hear.
But it's your squeals and giggles that tickle my ears.
And as I look in the rear view mirror,
the only thing I can see is you smiling.
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