Stargazing

I'm free, and her head is resting on my chest. The alcohol is burning comfortably in me as we lay in the sleeping bag and the stars wheel overhead. We breathe the cool air that falls like a river from the mountains, and she kisses me. I smile in admiration of the stars burning in the sky, and because though it's only been a short while, connections are forming with a sweet rapidity. Time is both compressed and extended, the air flowing by laden with messages that I dont understand. As they break in their millions like whitecaps on the sea, they shatter the peace of the night and restore it in a rhythm that ebbs and flows and sends me to a beautiful place.