Walking with you in the summer is such a rare pleasure. The green ribbon that we held couldn’t keep us apart, and when it tried, the distance sang in the wind because of us. The colors of that summer day are like a golden dream to me, but your voice is as clear and real as a tree close up. Your laughter and presence are like the gentlest words waking someone, brushing their face with the back of your fingers as they transition from sleep. I can so easily imagine you doing this to me right now. I miss your voice and your eyes.