Two more days of this.
Of staying in pajamas until too late. Of peeing in lakes and making mid-day, why not runs for ice cream. Of inventing games and building forts. Of spur of the moment trips to the carny boardwalk, of screaming and rattling your bones on the dangerous curves of the brokeneck bulwarks. Of bikes and hikes and running with the dog on the beach. Of funnel cakes and soccer and hey, let’s sew something because we can.
School begins in two days and we look out the window at the fog and the sun and think of what we might do today until we flop onto the couch with a book and think maybe we’ll get it together after the next chapter. Maybe.