We travel along the silvery wet road. Waves crashing to the West throw light sprays of sea upon us. I taste the bitter water on my lips and inhale the scent of the ocean as we ride. Spruces of rough green grass startles the eye amongst the soft-sand, rippling dunes that trace the line of our route. Wind tears through it's blades pushing them forward, a direction urging us on up the endless road. Your hand touches my bare leg; a light coldness reflecting the beauty about us. The sensation burns deep beyond the fleshy boundaries of my skin. Through taut muscles into the rivers of blood that sustain me. I catch my breath as rain pounds down upon us and my bloody streams reach my heart making it beat with love for you.