WE are the moment

summer.

its about fling to another state for a whole week. its about seeing those two old people who may be going slightly crazy... but thats a story for another time. a story that has already been told.

summer.

its about staying up late, or rather early, just to spend one more minute with him.

summer.

its about packing and unpacking, and then packing again.

summer.

its meeting those new people for the first time. the boy with the thick-rimmed glasses who likes the girl who says "im embarrassed" too much, but not enough at the same time. its the way she smells good. its the girl with the awesome voice, even if she thinks its too deep. it suits her, perfectly. its the girl with the hair that should be too short, but isnt. its meeting them all and then twenty minutes later laying in a circle sharing a pillow and looking at the stars. ive always wanted to do that you know.

summer.

its the new music, the green skirt, and the kkk hoodie. the dog that no one understands and the leash that tastes funny. its the words and the silence. the three conversations that become one. the shrieking and running when the sprinklers come on five minutes after we talked about that exact thing happening. its the boy going back through the water to get her shoes because he cares about her. the ukulele on the windshield, forgotten... its moving to the creepers front lawn... the lawn with evil grass.

summer.

its the girl in the shorts and tee shirt who shouldnt fit in with the fashionable four, but somehow does, if only just a little. its the friend from high school whose wedding i will go to in eight years with my husband. and of course my children who will call her their aunt. they say imitation is the highest form of flattery. its her telling me that my man is the best of them all. and he is.

summer.

its looking at the stars and knowing hes looking at them too. its realizing there is no one better for me than him, no matter what the one with the title might say. its feeling his love even though i cant see him. its being excited to see him even though its still thirteen days away. its the seven days of happiness without thoughts of the goodbyes that will surely come. because hes doing what he loves, and i support that because his happiness is what is important to me. even if that means missing him for a while.

summer.

its me. its you. its what we live for. its the moment. this moment in time. its what we make of it. so smile, you look better that way, you know.


"we are the moment. this moment in time." -Lindsey Liechty