Walking hand in hand down the streets of Tennessee, we see all the sights of Pigeon Forge. The upside down white building Wonderworks, the winding roads of small race tracks, and the tall walls of a young child's dragon slaying dream. I smile up at Ezekiel and he tilts my chin, kissing me softly. My hair blows behind me ferociously because I forgot to tie it up. I let go of Ezekiel’s hand trying to use the spare hair-tie I always keep around my wrist to wrangle the beast, but he has other plans.
“I like it this way,” He says having grabbed my hand half-way to its destination.
I smile and simply bring the loose strands behind my ears. “Anything for you,” and I re-clasp his hand.
We make it to a large outlet mall, filled with all the best. Banana Republic, Nike, Coach, and so much more. W
