summer leaves

Rum, coke, lime, crushed ice. 'It's a summer drink,' he said.

I took a sip and looked out of the window, into the street. I could see nothing else. 'Brings me back to when I was nineteen,' I said.

'I love summer. I live for summer,' he said, without at all a care, so free, as if summer was already here, as if it was always here.

Youth, I thought, if only it never left. How sweet and beautiful summer would be.