I never saw her face. And I never talked to her. But that four hour train ride was full of mystery and now, apparently, so was my life. "So you'll help me?" The girl asks looking into my eyes. "I guess." I mutter not to enthusiastically: "Good."
"Assemble yourself with wild things, with songs of the sparrow and sea foam. Let mad beauty collect itself in your eyes and it will shine, calling me, for I long for a man with nests of wild things in his hair, a man who will kiss the flame. ~Jewel
This reminds me of our picnics on the beaches of Mackinac island. We would pack a back pack with cheese, crackers and fruit or a sandwich and ride our bikes and then when around lunch time we would find a spot to have a picnic