It was dry and the sun shone and the smell of the dust being
hit by the raindrops. It was a sunny day without much reason.
Kim was about 5′ 6″. It was Sunday after service. Sunday in Florence.
And the Holiday Inn. I was seventeen and she was my newest
best friend for the summer. She lived a few fields away and the summer
was nearly over. And the rain. I watched the road travel beneath me.
Sunday in Florence for a few weeks. And I was with Kim for the day. We
were at the Holiday Inn by her parent’s Lincoln under the overhang and we
were going in for Brunch.
I lived my life for oceans, music and girls. The girls were always a circle of
close friends and so was the music and oceans. And the rain.
September 