Jul 17, 2024
ashes to dust
Still holding the picture, staring out over snow covered monuments, he reflects Winter is only remembered for its bad times. Summers are different. They stay jewels in memory, seasonal diamonds that bookmark the forgetful haze of age.
The time frozen in his hand was the best summer ever, one of those that comes once in a lifetime to the lucky. That summer, youth and drive meshed seamlessly with heat and surf. The warm evenings wrapped leaf-green fingers around their hearts, filling them with fire, back when the stars were still their friends.