Do not be afraid to chart a course for the edge of the world, because sometimes, that is what it takes to find your own strength. The moon and stars may change with the seasons, but that wicked wind in your chest will never stop pointing you to where you are meant to go.
“I think the universe is conspiring in our favor,” you whispered, smiling, as we walked across the vast expanse, the call of autumn shook the trees as leaves took their final dance in elegant pirouettes, like a twist of magic with their own orchestral beat. Today's forecast was supposed to be thunderstorms, but here we are, hand-in-hand, holding on to each other, in a season where everything seems to be falling.
We poured gunpowder into our coffee and stirred it with matches. We stared down every horizon with fire in our veins. We traded the ocean salt in our eyes with unfamiliar highways and star-lit avenues. We wore canyons like cloaks and wrapped our feet with asphalt ribbon of the interstate burning beneath us. I have never felt more alive.