Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne.

I've found out how Florida charms people into coming here. I always thought that it was because of the heat, the sunny days, the feeling that one is younger here in this eternal summer sunshine, stuck in a time warp where nothing changes. But really it's not that at all. The magic is not of the halting of time but rather the reliving of the best days of your lives: summer nights of youth. It's the twilight and the night that comes creeping in, cool and drowsy after a long hot day. It has the essence of all those magical childhood summers. Quiet, soft, lulling and alluring. Those summers where you were on vacation, at camp perhaps, some place new, inviting, different, where you've met new friends and everything was right in the world. It reminds me of the few summers when you've just touched that breach between childhood and adulthood when everything was enchanting because you've found someone and summer nights seem to be your very own, lending a feel of the surreal, where you feel as if the whole world was yours and you could do anything you wanted.


One month before I turn 25. God, am I that old?

Okee, gotta run.

Me