It's odd how some things change so vastly from year to year.
And some remain exactly the same.
I take comfort in knowing that somethings have to change, but simultaneously cloak myself in the warm knowledge that other's will remain the same, as long as i live.
Each month has its own share of memories created, its own smell, its own taste - but none moreso than June to me, each one vastly unique but all beautiful.
The smell of the air, the taste of June - the memories created in the sun year after hot, bright year.
And i live, knowing that next year, when i smell the familiar June winds and taste the salty fresh scent of the beach air once more, i will be trasported back to these days - these days in the sun.
Whether i'm 19 0r 90.
And i live.2:27 pm;can you keep a secret?
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