Blink of an eye and the week passes by.

Spent the last of my summer chasing sunsets, tossing worries aside. Feeling the breeze, watching the skies change colors--the purple before nightfall. Remembering scents--jasmine flowers, sulfur, ocean air, and many more. Conducted a flurry of cooking, of teasing. There was music. Quiet singing. Whistling. Wine and champagne. Blue cheese. Late night adventures while the city slept, empty streets. Wandering a lonely park, eyes on the carousel spinning and its dancing mares. Remembering the view from up above--the bright lights, the faint stars; the climb. Calm waters in the financial district, surrounded by whimsical sculptures seemingly from Wonderland. Live waters from the beach--silhouettes of trees, scattered seaweed, bonfires from a distance. Midnight swims. Waking up late into the afternoons, tangled. Minutes to hours, Happiness on play--laughter and smiles on loop.

Thank you for the good times.