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Yesterday, the first day of fall, was punctuated appropriately by hundreds of tiny splashes of rain on the ground.
It was a quiet affair, and no one seemed to mind.
Have you noticed the words suspended between us? I have to lean to my left and peer around them to look you in the eye. Do you see them?
It was the summer of Barbie. Of hot pink yarn and blinds opening. Willing time to go faster, and feeling bad about that. Denial, and last year’s war, and expensive trips up and down the I-5. It was the summer of little smoke, and friendly fire. Lightning strikes. A bruised atmosphere. The agony of lying next to your dreaming dog. Fear and bears. Long wet hair. Goodbye letters between me across from you.
These are the days I’m going to remember, when I think about peace, and how a life should be lived.
Happy Yesterday,
Jordan