Sunday evenings in summer; blues coming in over the speakers; sun hanging at the perfect golden angle.
These were moments I never remember ending. Fear could have made me count every last Sunday, count down the minutes to sundown, as I count down the twenty minutes before last call on a particularly frantic night, or the last days of a vacation with friends. Yet I know there’ll always be more of these. There will be more than I know what to do with. And if I’m lucky, they’ll even be filled with people I love.