You and Me and the Stars and the Guitars
As we stood on the hilltop looking at the star-filled sky, she held my hand and whispered in my ear, “Can you hear that?”
I listened and heard nothing but the wind as it swooshed around us.
But then, from the distance, the sound of guitars echoed across the sky. As they drifted closer and grew louder, a subtle warm glow started to emerge from the distant edge of the…