Enjoying the summer months as if we weren't getting older, as if time wasn't getting faster and faster behind our backs as the moths baked themselves silly in the porchlight.
Concerning ourselves with things not always found on the superhighways of life, interacting with the the locals.
Working through some chilly decisions..
Getting into the real details of the thing.
Working the minutia of it all.
And then into the night.
Everything blurring a bit - or maybe it was all crystal clear,
And it's the memories that are blurring, as they were just sailing away.