The Feeling of the First
at the last exit
making the last turn
anticipation on sugar sandwiches
the sun glistens on the ocean's horizon
almost there
turning into the driveway
first view trance
almost wreck her black on black honda accord
she slaps me back into reality,
but she misses because she is just as mesmerized
we just sit in the car....unbeknownst to us....and just take it in
five to about eight minutes later, we realize that we gotta unpack....
....but ohhhhhh, the feeling of the first....ohhhhhh, the feeling....
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