Let’s
Afternoons are quieter
Light is more soft white
and baby blue
Than blinding orange and yellow
I start dreaming about
nights getting colder
us getting older
Telling stories around a fire-
Thanksgiving on top of table rock
Only you and me
Frosty breath and headlamps
When it started snowing
Wind howling
Never thought we’d make it down
Didn’t care
Or that time we hiked 21 miles
of the Art Loeb in one day
(With all our gear)
You literally fell down
Sprawled out across the trail
It wasn’t until we reached the car
In the dark
That we doubled over in laughter
Those are good memories
Let’s take em’ and run
I ache to ache like that again
I long for a simple life
Let’s run away
Let’s run!
Can we
Take all our memories
(Only the good ones of course)
To a valley
In Madison County
Throw a pot
Carve something outta wood
That sounds nice