The warm breath of the sun kisses my skin, as I lay beneath the oak tree as I have any times before.
The sun's rays leaving behind little speckles of brown along the framing of my body.
The same little speckles you used to count out and adore.
The same tree we had laid under when we were surrounded by nothing other the wind and our thought's.
On this particular day it's hot, and I can feel the little beadling's of sweat building up on my temples.
The same time last year the weather was so close to being perfect.
But this summer would be nothing like the last.
This summer would be full of new experiences, new people, and new views on life.
Because I no longer have you to tie my mind down.


-m.n.