Sunday, March 28, 2010

a quarter after one

I remember bonfire smoke and sand in our shoes as we walked back to our cars. Coolers that we wouldn't dare drink out of. Not yet. Soft waves and steely stars.

Now they walk behind closed doors and I stand outside listening in.

1 comment:

Flo said...

This made me sad. Stop it. But the Floseph can relate?... My heart pangs for Tejas some days, but I feel like I'm beyond Houston now? It's odd.