Forever the fresh air

a shift in the trees..

wind in hair..

..drink of choice in hand.

Nowhere to be, no hurry, no worry..

Think Jimmy Buffett meets Tom Petty as the music plays..

Bare feet tickled by grass,

nothing to do but tell inflated tales of past adventures

and future conquests…laughs, maybe even a few nostalgic tears.

All there..time stood still.

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