live on, summer
this summer felt inexhaustible. the sweet smelling heat, beach sand and twilight was enough for me to live on.
i devoured books and time and sunlight
we shared it with friends, family, and alone.
in moments, I drifted away from myself, pouring me into them- their summer, memories and moments. i made it everything for them.
but i made it everything for me too. and it was, and more.
. . .
i recently read that we only have 80 summers. obviously, that's no guarantee and personally, i hope for more. but when you hear something like that, it stops you. and you count.
they've only used four and six. and i'm choosing not to count mine, today. i am thankful for this summer. the one that's passed, but still lingers. the sweet one with her leftover imaginings. the one that will always live on.