Driving home on Beacon Street tonight, I pulled up to a red light, just slightly behind the car to my left. My eyes were drawn to the car's occupants, a young man behind the wheel and a young woman seated in the passenger seat. Their heads were thrown back and smiles enveloped their faces in such a way that could only mean laughter... lots of uncensored, hard, teary laughter. She moved to push his shoulder... he grabbed her hand.
Inside the sealed windows of the del Sol, the CD player was between songs. I listened to my silence and watched them in their obvious laughter. I felt overwhelmingly touched... honored to witness something so pure and real and fleeting.
biggest kiss...
...kristen
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