Summer's The Same [We're The Ones Who Are Changing]
If I close my eyes, I can still hear the warmth of that golden afternoon.
Wind dancing in the trees, daylight shimmering off the brickwork, cicadas calling in chorus.
It felt uninterrupted and I found consolation in all the weird and wonderful living noises that subconsciously were keeping me company.
But this is how it always goes.
Always together and yet, always apart.
So, I adjusted my patio chair. It was just me at the table, after all.
Madison