i remember summer like last week.

not the details really,

just the leftover feelings

hiding from the winter chill

inside pockets and seashells;

the little things that stick with you,

and when stumbled upon,

(after an absence)

make you smile.

like the sensation of sunlight on skin,

the sweet, salty taste of the ocean’s breath

inhaled after a kiss,

or the brief moment

when you collect the sky underneath

your outstretched arms,

hands,

fingertips,

so you can feel,

if only for a second, 

the freedom only birds have.