I really don't remember your name, but your face...your face I could never forget. It;s a cold and breezy day, over cast and they sun is shining through the clouds just enough to give that awesome hazy look. It was sprinkling earlier and the ground smells like wet dirt. You had to force yourself to wake up but it was totally worth it. Days like these make me want to run and run until I'm tired and can't move anymore, to wake up again and get a fire pit ready and cook some hot dogs and stare at the sky, why not stare at the stuff that is staring at you all the time.