Nostalgia

Crickets; sounds of summer; salty beaches and blistering sun burns; sisterly fun in the sun; secrets under makeshift tents; hikes in the woods and camping under the stars; whispers of dreams to come and promises of love.

How did we know it would end? It seemed so endless then, like we’d be forever young.

And now here we are at the twilight of our lives—separated by miles—but never separated from love.

The sounds of summer will live on into our midnight dreams and forevermore be a part of us.

—Dedicated to my sister Beth.