A corkscrew floats aimlessly in the pool we inhabit. As she breaks the water, coming up from underneath it; my focus is pulled from that lonely corkscrew and into her face. Accompanied by water running down it, and accented by the gleam of the late night moon. Her smile spread from cheek to cheek, she reached for my face with both of her hands and leaned in moving my face closer to hers for a kiss...

They sat there, silent. Crickets, Birds, and the melodic sound of the crashing river laid down the layers of sound their eardrums entertained. In a reminiscent manner, almost nostalgic; Connor struck conversation about what just happened.

Yara had no want or need to willingly travel back down that emotional rollercoaster they were now sitting at the back end of. She’s never been one for the past...

The days might be a little quieter, filled with more indecision and far more regret. Losing a carefree, motivating factor like yourself would be the end of the striving and thriving you see before you today. Striving and thriving might be as distant of a memory, as the emblem of hope and protection our fair country America used to be.

Salute, a fallen image. Tainted and tarted by these greedy, s...