solstice

The onset of summer leaves me vibrating and nostalgic like folk music,the sunset like melting ice cream and honeydew scentscurling in the newly forming blossoms on the trees.I feel young and small and tired, fallen from the nest too soon.I feel strong and awake and ready, getting drunk on warming air.The paradox of 22, too young to not call mother, too old to miss her much.

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