Bret

The smell right before it rains. It refreshes all the senses. Mother nature cleansing herself. Then I think of kissing in a downpour. If only I had that person to hold. I'm waiting to soak in that embrace. Three goals: To be Pure in heart. To be True in mind. To be Free in soul. The crack of a whip. Especially in the movie Return To Snowy River. The horses are so beautiful. Maybe someday I'll have horses. I could just ride, bareback, cross-country on a tan and painted horse. The echo of a canyon. I never want to feel that isolated. A cool breeze. Goosebumps. The warmth of cuddling. Shouting out what a cloud looks like. I'm some what creative, but I'm horrible at cloud naming. It's rather fun though.