Summer
I can never forget how free we both felt three summers ago. We were so alive, we burst into flames; consumed by our whims, our passions burned bright like the season before us. Radiant and majestic, we were witnesses to a grand show of eternal sunsets and never ending dawns. As the season closed to an end, our bodies grew tired of the weight of our desires. And everything else faded: the laughter in the humid night air, the stubborn wave along the shore, that golden veil that cloaks the ivory cove ,even the morning light on the city’s skyscrapers. Everything, except the burning memory of that summer.
