Back then, days stretched out before me as infinite as the horizon. Effortless and intangible, a season of daydreams.
If I close my eyes I can see the brilliant blue skies streaked with wisps of white. I can feel the heat wrapping me in its intoxicating embrace, carrying me through endless days and cobalt nights; illuminated by millions of fireflies flickering while they danced.
The moon hanging low, it’s surface so clear I felt my fingers stretch out to touch its ruddy face.
I remember it all so clearly.