When We Were Beautiful

My old friend, do you remember?
How hours rolled away slowly
Like the swash on a calm, clear day
As if we had all the time in the world
Summers full of sunlight
The sweet smell of heat and salt in the air
With unheavy hearts and unburdened minds
Sand between our brightly painted toes
Leaving fleeting footprints in the strand
Sunburned skin cooling to a tan
Beneath gauzy cotton dresses
Hanging lightly on our gazelle bodies
While the breeze tousled our tresses
Streaked with copper and gold
There were pretty boys we loved so desperately
But soon forgotten when the seasons changed
How easily broken hearts mended
When we were butterflies flitting in the wind
Yes I remember…
And I smile as I see what we’ve become
But now we will have fun again
Like we did when we were beautiful

Echoes of my neighborhood

Every Thursday, Jacqueline from a cooking pot and twisted tales challenges us to post photos of our neighborhood.  I decided to share some this week.

 

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Jaydog makes a friend at the farm down the road.

 

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Beautiful night at the park (2012)

 

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That’s my man!  Date night!

 

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Nothing better than a cold beer on a hot day, poolside.  Summer’s coming!