3.

and the setting sun melts into deep pastels
somewhere in Portland

4.

we’re remembering the boil different reading seasonal temperatures like tea leaves looking for that right crisp beer, maybe, to tell us how we feel a proper cocktail to illustrate the mood
dreaming of a year that may have never been a season that never shifted we were just too young and too short to notice the sky that never falls in quite the way we think it orta