that’s how we have always been

Let’s fly away to your hometown, you can show me your Grandmother’s home and we will reminisce our childhood memories quietly together.

We will sip white wine and sit on the grass with the Indian summer air slowly gracing its way across our face and hair.

When the evening sky scrolls over to a warm blue blanket your caveman instincts kick in and you create a small bonfire to keep us warm.

The night falls upon us as we lay on the grass with empty glasses in our hands, we lay in silence thinking about what a beautiful well spent day together.

November 22, 2010