At last the clouds have taken their leave, they won't disturb us for a month or two.

We will remember this more than what they made us promise not to forget.

Whoever dealt with today's photography of natural colors, hire them again tomorrow, I wish this never ended.

I'm saying all these beautiful things I know I won't recall again, but you're wearing headphones; it's alright, we're miles apart, anyway, even if I've never felt so close to you.

Summer is always wonderful in my mind, but now it has your face. When I look at you, I'm not delusional enough to say the world stops spinning, no, but I sure am on a separate motion, too fast and too slow to put into words.