Again

i used to date the most beautiful photographer. he was magical. he was so ethereal, i flew the entire time we loved.

he took me to chase thunderstorms, to capture the lightning on film. he would speed town to town, drive into a corn field and shoot before the rain came down.

we would make love in his car while it poured and then get out and dance naked in the rain, kissing and laughing.

bliss.