Sunday, June 29, 2014

But tonight.

I want to remember this exact moment forever. The porch is lit by a citronella candle, the dogs sprawled out like rugs across the patio. It smells of smoke and magnolias, and a choir of crickets are singing in surround sound. I'm sipping on a beer as Tater chases a frog in the yard. This will be the last night of its kind. I'm sitting on the porch step, breathing this precious air in deeply, missing Savannah already.