Summer Sunset - Dear America
Dear America, He watched it happen from the back of his convertible on a warm and clear evening. He wore a light-colored shirt and linen shorts, and the gal next to him sat with a blue dress and an expression of easy-going contentment. They each had ice cream cones in their hands as the sun set on their summer and the crispness of an orange autumn took center-stage. It had been a season of adventure the likes of which had not been seen for some time. It had all started with a top-down drive to a sleepless land, but so much more had happened since then. There had been a magic city built upon the waves, surrounded by palm trees and neon lights followed by a boardwalk and drifting songs. These were only the highlights though. There had been more, oh so very much more. "What happens, now?" The gal asked as she finished her cone. The man noted that the sun had nearly set. He had yet to take his sunglasses off and, to be honest, he didn't want to. He worried about what would ha...