we sat on the back porch, drinking lemonade and listening to bluegrass
. later, we strolled down by the marsh banks where the weeping willows
serve as graceful filters to the warm summer sun. i remember thinking how nice and cool the shade was.
during the walk home, you stayed one step ahead and seemed to be challenging the sun to a race home. i paused on the gravel walk leading to the porch stairs to tie my shoe. as you entered the house, i heard the screen door slam and felt that only then did the sun deem it safe to set.
i ran inside without finishing the knot. i can't even see myself in this darkness, you know...