From the warmth of paradise—
    where the waves
    kiss the shore,

    and the sun lingers on bronzed skin—

To the cool embrace of Atlanta,
    where the air holds
    a different rhythm,

    a hint of winter in its breath.

A journey measured in miles,
    yet counted in something
    far less tangible—

    anticipation, hope, the pull of possibility.

Ten days stretch ahead,
    a canvas painted with
    shared laughter,
    quiet talks,

    and the comfort of simply being.

Even the long weekend,
    a gift tucked into the middle of it all,
    feels like an invitation—

    three days to explore…
        to settle into the space
        between familiarity and discovery.

This flight isn’t just a crossing of skies;
    it’s a bridge,
    a step closer

    to what waits on the other side—

Her smile,
    a first touch,
    a first kiss,

    a million moments in her presence,
    a warmth no weather dare diminish.