On these last days of summer.
They were long and lazy, fast and hurried, and they were good, those summer days. And we snuck in just a few more sweet moments and hung them on the long run on sentence of memories that this summer has become. Unnecessary, perhaps, but sweet still to pause one last time before summer's end, like an oxford comma eagerly hanging on.
And so the boys and I, and our family friends spent the weekend camping in historic Kahana Bay where we watched both the moon and the sun rise over the Pacific and wondered about the days ahead for just a bit, but where, mostly, we engaged in the sweetest sort of living, for just a moment, you know, the very shortest of pauses really, before the days shorten and life moves on and fall moves in.
A teensy tinsy fishy and Sean.
A tent with a view.
And this. A sort of melodic comma, a pause... Unnecessary, perhaps, but maybe, if you play it in the background of your living today, you'll find yourself standing still, for a moment.
A sort of looking back before falling forward into the days ahead.