A summer tan. A warm summer day, humming with insects, smelling of grass and trees. An orange sleeping bag, unzipped. Making love outdoors, slow, unhurried, all afternoon. Was it that moment between years at college? A fleeting summer romance? A high school girlfriend reunited? That one amazing camping trip?
Nostalgia is not a lie, if it really happened. And this moment, really happened just as lovely, just as perfect.
