Who could have thought we'd hit 60 today?
Nebraska isn't that far south.
February 4rth feels like the 5th of May.
It seems winter has run out.
We walked through Omaha's Old Market streets.
The night sped on by.
Drinking shade-grown coffee in the galleries.
Deciding which ice cream to try.
I spent the morning thinking of ideas for new songs.
Watching you slowly breathe.
At your side is where I will always belong.
So I write of you and me.