Free

Breaths so deep, 

Green trees, green meadows, blue skies. 

The most perfect morning sun.

We’re dizzy on fresh air and pines; 

Tequila, board games, and good souls.

Freedom, dry skin, and long, hazy sleeps.

Each afternoon brings to mind every country song I’ve ever hummed.

Eyes caught across the crowded living room, surrounded by and swirled with love: my favorite notes you write. 

Only 50 weeks until the next.

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