how perfect would this be? a day in the sun with friends and loved ones, splashing in the river and taking breaks to sneak away into the cabin for snacks and into the woods for kisses and getting drunk off of laughter and life and good friends and good whiskey. floating downstream in tubes when we got too tired. we’d build a bonfire on one of the little inlets and roast marshmallows until they’re soft and sticky and oozing with the fat sweetness of themselves.

summer, please come soon.