Last first.


My last first day of school.

I don’t remember my first first day of school. A few years out I won’t remember this day either.

But riding up Willoughby this morning I felt like I was kissing summer a long good-bye. Like when you’re saying good-bye to someone you really love a lot and you know there is going to be a lot of time/distance/space between you and you are trying to hang on to all the good stuff that made you love them so much and it’s all projecting like movies on the insides of your skull.

Ok summer, for real. I love you! Good-bye.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: