The Four Seasons
White booties digging into the soft soil in the pumpkin patch as we pick between a white or orange pumpkin this year. Wet dog licks as Chewi attacks your face with love on the red tractor ride. Red cheeks as you hold me tightly in front of my fireplace and we drink our caramel apple martinis.
Giant Christmas ornaments hanging from the skylights as pedestrians walk by with their hoods tied as tightly as possible. Black stiletto heels playing with your worn out leather shoes underneath the table topped with two buckets of mussels. One right dimple appearing as you bring up the time we went to Qi in the below zero weather.
Bright pink cherry blossoms falling on my platinum hair as we walk to Yankee Stadium. Navy blue ball cap forced over my hair as you take a selfie of us in the stands. Sweaty palms embracing mine on a steamy subway ride back to Brooklyn.
Orange and pink hues reflecting on tan skin as we watch the fireworks over the cornfield from the back of my mom’s truck. Melting bomb pops as we watch the symphony of eight perform in front of the lake in Wautoma. Warm rose gold ring sliding over my swollen fingers in the dirt parking lot in front of Red’s Supper Club.