remember that spark

It was Lynn and I. My future wife and me. Walking alone. And the bridge was the single fullest I had ever seen it. It was a carnival of sensory overload. And I will always remember that spark in the night air. The collective charge of that evening, as we floated to the stadium to watch Auburn play Georgia. The oldest rivalry in the South is always, always special and that night it pulsed in us with such a physical intensity that I decided I had never felt anything like it. We lost. But I will always remember that spark.