Slow Down, You Crazy Child

I have this vision of summer that’s melting ice cream, water-stained pages, sunsets, fireflies, and sinking to the bottom of the pool pretending that you don’t really need to breathe because everything is magic and you’re more alive now than when you were gasping dry auditorium air.

It is growing likely that this will be my busiest summer yet, but I cling to the hope that - while my days might be copy machines, mouse clicks, and Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy playing out of one earbud while the other swings loosely so I can hear my name called across the hall - my nights will still hold that vision of summer and old friends might stop by to share.