big plastic inflatable ball...
it'd look a little something like this.
And I'd color it every shade of "those were the good ole days, that summer of two thousand and twelve". And it'd be filled to overflowing with giggles, and hushed secrets whispered oh so quickly on long summer nights, and with the numbering of good days, like bright stars, too many to be counted.
On that little note I'm off to do some shopping for a gazillion number two pencils and such.
And maybe, you know, we'll catch just a few more sweet summer days in the nets we've laid before we have to pull them back in.
School starts, in Hawaii, a week from this moment right here. Sigh.