5.3.20 // I Think About You...

I think about you.
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Do you think about me too?
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I think about the seasons as they change and old daydreams of a life gone and past.
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The long lost daydreams from those sweet Tennessee summers.
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The summers where nothing made sense but nothing had to. We were young, with the horizon in our eyes and the adventure-lusting breeze in our hair.
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We stole sweets sips of brown liquor and danced in the shadows of bright bonfires we built out of the kindling from the old crab-apple trees scattered across the hill.
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We told ourselves stories of what was to come and stared at the stars as the fire smoldered to a fine ash. The stars growing brighter with each hot coal slowly going cold.
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The baby-hairs on my neck would stick to my skin and the small beads of sweat would roll down my back in the heat of the humidity.
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The humidity slowed everything down those months. The hound dog who barked at us every time we passed, had eyes that grew heavy with sleep. The rooster who would usually break the dawn with high alert became riddled with lethargy, sleeping well into the morning after the scorching sun rose…
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The world moved slower those long summer days. The minutes passing like the Tennessee river rolling by in soft, steady turns as aimless and free as we were.