indian summer

I still have parts of summer, like the sun in afternoon. My barefoot feet still find green grass, my eyes find skies of blue. I still have parts of summer, like the campfire's gloaming glow. Like s'mores and people gathering before the winter snow. I still have parts of summer, I still have parts of spring. And life is still a bit of all the past remembering. But I now see parts of winter, like branches without leaves. As the world revolves to winter, and we've gathered all our sheaves, the world is getting colder. As the evening hours draw nigh, somehow there is sadness as the summer bids good-bye.

marriage 101

so it turns out that the best predictor of a long-lasting happy marriage is how good of friends the bride and groom are. somehow that seems so simple it doesn't need said. but I did.