All the windows were down and summer's slow steady spell was pulsating over the sidewalks and people on the streets and the entire warming earth. My head was on the window ledge, my hand moving like a wave, Cam's body was halfway out of the car, Zac driving with a cigarette in hand, and life was moving in a sultry slow motion as the sounds of French Inhale washed over us. We barely talked except to exclaim in soulful tones and dance, eyes sometimes closed, to the hot vibes. The bright afternoon already so full promised the infinite summer.- post-rooftop skate, pre-day at the lake drive downtown with the boys sunday, may25th
I live for summer. The days are so full of magic and the people I love that they're blending together in a golden haze.