My heart is a'burstin.
Summer synopsis: two-thirds drunken revelry, a nice kind of intimacy, tequila nights, bridges to new dawns alight with a fresh face, or a sunken solemnity, climbing out of the mire, regret as a quiet afterthought, miscellaneous duties calling, invisible responsibility, haplessly wandering between the lines, never a word spoken too soon, a simple and careless freedom, joyful sweltering afternoons spent lingering amongst august remnants, the creeping satisfaction of watching wordless beauty unfold, imagined fluttering hearts waiting on the doorstep, lambasting the innocents, shadows cast clumsily against the setting sun, a life of peach pits and beanstalks, radiating a familiar splendor.
In other words, 'Twas brillig, and mimsy as the borogoves.
*****
P.S. In case you didn't know, you're purty!
Summer synopsis: two-thirds drunken revelry, a nice kind of intimacy, tequila nights, bridges to new dawns alight with a fresh face, or a sunken solemnity, climbing out of the mire, regret as a quiet afterthought, miscellaneous duties calling, invisible responsibility, haplessly wandering between the lines, never a word spoken too soon, a simple and careless freedom, joyful sweltering afternoons spent lingering amongst august remnants, the creeping satisfaction of watching wordless beauty unfold, imagined fluttering hearts waiting on the doorstep, lambasting the innocents, shadows cast clumsily against the setting sun, a life of peach pits and beanstalks, radiating a familiar splendor.
In other words, 'Twas brillig, and mimsy as the borogoves.
*****
P.S. In case you didn't know, you're purty!