We were sitting...

..in my car. That "all weather" type of song was on 

and it was just you in your grass-stained shoes, 

and me in my Chaco sandals. 

I wanted to hold your hand and I could tell you wanted to hold mine.

So we ventured out of the car on the crisp afternoon,

The kind where you can almost feel the winter

Speeding toward you.

We stuffed our chilly hands

Deep into our pockets.

We walked down that long

Winding

Dirt road

Until we practically forgot the world.

That was when you held my hand.

But it was still cold so we stuffed it into my coat pocket.

I couldn't remember how we got there...

All I knew,

Was that I was just existing with you.