it’s sprinkling in late June

You prefer a raincoat versus an umbrella so you can hold more interesting things in your hand
involuntary memories turn into day dreams so grand,
a tiny sun ray that you felt would expand,
into ice cream on the beach in the sand, orange peel and passion fruit melt while you tan,
you’re taken away on a trip never planned

you’re wearing sunglasses on a cloudy day

you traverse over fallen leaves while more are falling, there’s plenty left on the tree to fall the rest of the eve

thinking about them often but not for too long,
you never figure anything out you just move on

It isn’t a step you do but something you experience
wanting is more than having, it doesn’t make sense..